For the stars of the heavens and their constellations, shall not flash forth their light, - Obscured shall be the sun in his going forth, And the moon, shall not shed her light.

But the horde of invaders will be like fine dust, the horde of tyrants like chaff that is blown away. It will happen suddenly, in a flash.

So this sin will become your downfall. You will be like a high wall that bulges and cracks and is ready to collapse; it crumbles suddenly, in a flash.