The noise of a multitude in the mountains, as of a great people! The noise of a tumult of the kingdoms of the nations gathered together! LORD of hosts is mustering the army for the battle.

Therefore I will weep with the weeping of Jazer for the vine of Sibmah. I will water thee with my tears, O Heshbon, and Elealeh. for upon thy summer fruits and upon thy harvest the [battle] shout has fallen.

O thou that are full of shoutings, a tumultuous city, a joyous town. Thy slain are not slain with the sword, nor are they dead in battle.

Wrath is not in me. Would that the briers and thorns were against me in battle! I would march upon them. I would burn them together.

and a spirit of justice to him who sits in judgment, and strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.

Therefore he poured upon him the fierceness of his anger, and the strength of battle. And it set him on fire round about, yet he knew not. And it burned him, yet he laid it not to heart.