For every battle of the warrior is with confused noise, and garments rolled in blood; but this shall be with burning and fuel of fire.

The noise of a multitude in the mountains, as of a great people; a tumultuous noise of the kingdoms of nations assembled: the LORD of hosts mustereth the host of the battle.

Thou that art full of stirs, a tumultuous city, a joyous city: thy slain men are not slain with the sword, nor dead in battle.

Fury is not in me: who would set the briers and thorns against me in battle? I would go through them, I would burn them together.

And for a spirit of judgment to him that sitteth in judgment, and for strength to them that turn the battle to the gate.

Therefore he hath poured upon him the fury of his anger, and the strength of battle: and it hath set him on fire around, yet he knew not; and it burned him, yet he laid it not to heart.