They do not crowd each other,
They march everyone in his path;
When they burst through the defenses,
They do not break ranks.

They rush on the city,
They run on the wall;
They climb into the houses,
They enter through the windows like a thief.

Then you will know that I am the Lord your God,
Dwelling in Zion, My holy mountain.
So Jerusalem will be holy,
And strangers will pass through it no more.