"Grieve like a virgin, who, dressed in her mourner's clothes, cries out in memory of the man she was going to marry.

They run like elite soldiers, climbing ramparts like men trained for war. Each man advances in proper order, never breaking rank.

Neither does a man crowd his fellow soldier; each one marches in his own path. When they fall by the sword they are not injured.

"The land quivers in their presence; even the heavens shake. The sun and moon will grow dark, and the stars will stop shining.

"Then I will restore to you the years that the locust swarm devoured, as did the young locust, the other locusts, and the ravaging locust, that great army of mine that I sent among you.

Also at that time I will pour out my Spirit upon men and women servants.

The sun will be given over to darkness, and the moon to blood, before the coming of the great and terrifying Day of the LORD.

The sun and moon will grow dark, and the stars will stop shining.