Can you send out lightning bolts, and they go?
Do they report to you: “Here we are”?

She abandons her eggs on the ground
and lets them be warmed in the sand.

He charges ahead with trembling rage;
he cannot stand still at the trumpet’s sound.

Pay attention to the sound of my cry,
my King and my God,
for I pray to You.

Depart from me, all evildoers,
for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

May He send you help from the sanctuary
and sustain you from Zion.

Listen to the sound of my pleading
when I cry to You for help,
when I lift up my hands
toward Your holy sanctuary.

May the Lord be praised,
for He has heard the sound of my pleading.

In my alarm I had said,
“I am cut off from Your sight.”
But You heard the sound of my pleading
when I cried to You for help.

The Lord will send His faithful love by day;
His song will be with me in the night—
a prayer to the God of my life.

Send Your light and Your truth; let them lead me.
Let them bring me to Your holy mountain,
to Your dwelling place.

God ascends among shouts of joy,
the Lord, among the sound of trumpets.

that does not listen to the sound of the charmers
who skillfully weave spells.

Praise our God, you peoples;
let the sound of His praise be heard.

However, God has listened;
He has paid attention to the sound of my prayer.

The sound of Your thunder was in the whirlwind;
lightning lit up the world.
The earth shook and quaked.

People ate the bread of angels.
He sent them an abundant supply of food.

He rained meat on them like dust,
and winged birds like the sand of the seas.

He sent among them swarms of flies,
which fed on them,
and frogs, which devastated them.

He sent His burning anger against them:
fury, indignation, and calamity—
a band of deadly messengers.

It sent out sprouts toward the Sea
and shoots toward the River.

Because of the sound of my groaning,
my flesh sticks to my bones.

At Your rebuke the waters fled;
at the sound of Your thunder they hurried away—

When You send Your breath,
they are created,
and You renew the face of the earth.

He had sent a man ahead of them—
Joseph, who was sold as a slave.

The king sent for him and released him;
the ruler of peoples set him free.

He sent Moses His servant,
and Aaron, whom He had chosen.

He sent darkness, and it became dark—
for did they not defy His commands?

He gave them what they asked for,
but sent a wasting disease among them.

He sent His word and healed them;
He rescued them from the Pit.

He has sent redemption to His people.
He has ordained His covenant forever.
His name is holy and awe-inspiring.

They have hands but cannot feel,
feet, but cannot walk.
They cannot make a sound with their throats.

He sent signs and wonders against you, Egypt,
against Pharaoh and all his officials.

If I counted them,
they would outnumber the grains of sand;
when I wake up, I am still with You.

She has sent out her female servants;
she calls out from the highest points of the city:

A beautiful woman who rejects good sense
is like a gold ring in a pig’s snout.

An evil man seeks only rebellion;
a cruel messenger will be sent against him.

One who isolates himself pursues selfish desires;
he rebels against all sound judgment.

Finalize plans with counsel,
and wage war with sound guidance.

in order to teach you true and reliable words,
so that you may give a dependable report
to those who sent you?

for you should wage war with sound guidance—
victory comes with many counselors.

To those who send him, a trustworthy messenger
is like the coolness of snow on a harvest day;
he refreshes the life of his masters.

A stone is heavy and sand, a burden,
but aggravation from a fool outweighs them both.

Send your bread on the surface of the waters,
for after many days you may find it.

the doors at the street are shut
while the sound of the mill fades;
when one rises at the sound of a bird,
and all the daughters of song grow faint.

W I sleep, but my heart is awake.
A sound! My love is knocking!

M Open to me, my sister, my darling,
my dove, my perfect one.
For my head is drenched with dew,
my hair with droplets of the night.

signet rings, nose rings,

The foundations of the doorways shook at the sound of their voices, and the temple was filled with smoke.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying:

Who should I send?
Who will go for Us?

I said:

Here I am. Send me.

The Lord sent a message against Jacob;
it came against Israel.

I will send him against a godless nation;
I will command him to go
against a people destined for My rage,
to take spoils, to plunder,
and to trample them down like clay in the streets.

Israel, even if your people were as numerous
as the sand of the sea,
only a remnant of them will return.
Destruction has been decreed;
justice overflows.

Send lambs to the ruler of the land,
from Sela in the desert
to the mountain of Daughter Zion.

Therefore I moan like the sound of a lyre for Moab,
as does my innermost being for Kir-heres.

It will be a sign and witness to the Lord of Hosts in the land of Egypt. When they cry out to the Lord because of their oppressors, He will send them a savior and leader, and he will rescue them.

In the year that the chief commander, sent by Sargon king of Assyria, came to Ashdod and attacked and captured it—

Whoever flees at the sound of panic
will fall into a pit,
and whoever escapes from the pit
will be caught in a trap.
For the windows are opened from heaven,
and the foundations of the earth are shaken.

For you people will live on Zion in Jerusalem and will never cry again. He will show favor to you at the sound of your cry; when He hears, He will answer you.

Then He will send rain for your seed that you have sown in the ground, and the food, the produce of the ground, will be rich and plentiful. On that day your cattle will graze in open pastures.

And every stroke of the appointed staff
that the Lord brings down on him
will be to the sound of tambourines and lyres;
He will fight against him with brandished weapons.

The sand partridge will make her nest there;
she will lay and hatch her eggs
and will gather her brood under her shadow.
Indeed, the birds of prey will gather there,
each with its mate.

Then the king of Assyria sent the Rabshakeh, along with a massive army, from Lachish to King Hezekiah at Jerusalem. The Assyrian stood near the conduit of the upper pool, by the road to the Fuller’s Field.

But the Rabshakeh replied, “Has my master sent me to speak these words to your master and to you, and not to the men who are sitting on the wall, who are destined with you to eat their own excrement and drink their own urine?”

Then he sent Eliakim, who was in charge of the palace, Shebna the court secretary, and the leading priests, who were wearing sackcloth, to the prophet Isaiah son of Amoz.

Perhaps Yahweh your God will hear all the words of the Rabshakeh, whom his master the king of Assyria sent to mock the living God, and will rebuke him for the words that Yahweh your God has heard. Therefore offer a prayer for the surviving remnant.’”

The king had heard this about Tirhakah king of Cush: “He has set out to fight against you.” So when he heard this, he sent messengers to Hezekiah, saying,

Listen closely, Lord, and hear; open Your eyes, Lord, and see. Hear all the words that Sennacherib has sent to mock the living God.

Then Isaiah son of Amoz sent a message to Hezekiah: “The Lord, the God of Israel, says: ‘Because you prayed to Me about Sennacherib king of Assyria,

At that time Merodach-baladan son of Baladan, king of Babylon, sent letters and a gift to Hezekiah since he heard that he had been sick and had recovered.

This is what the Lord, your Redeemer, the Holy One of Israel says:

Because of you, I will send to Babylon
and bring all of them as fugitives,
even the Chaldeans in the ships in which they rejoice.

Approach Me and listen to this.
From the beginning I have not spoken in secret;
from the time anything existed, I was there.”
And now the Lord God
has sent me and His Spirit.

Your descendants would have been as countless as the sand,
and the offspring of your body like its grains;
their name would not be cut off
or eliminated from My presence.

This is what the Lord says:

Where is your mother’s divorce certificate
that I used to send her away?
Or who were My creditors that I sold you to?
Look, you were sold for your iniquities,
and your mother was put away
because of your transgressions.

so My word that comes from My mouth
will not return to Me empty,
but it will accomplish what I please
and will prosper in what I send it to do.”

You went to the king with oil
and multiplied your perfumes;
you sent your couriers far away
and sent them down even to Sheol.

The Spirit of the Lord God is on Me,
because the Lord has anointed Me
to bring good news to the poor.
He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted,
to proclaim liberty to the captives
and freedom to the prisoners;

He sent His glorious arm
to be at Moses’ right hand,
divided the waters before them
to obtain eternal fame for Himself,

I will rejoice in Jerusalem
and be glad in My people.
The sound of weeping and crying
will no longer be heard in her.

A sound of uproar from the city!
A voice from the temple—
the voice of the Lord,
paying back His enemies what they deserve!

I will establish a sign among them, and I will send survivors from them to the nations—to Tarshish, Put, Lud (who are archers), Tubal, Javan, and the islands far away—who have not heard of My fame or seen My glory. And they will proclaim My glory among the nations.

Then the Lord said to me:

Do not say, “I am only a youth,”
for you will go to everyone I send you to
and speak whatever I tell you.

Cross over to Cyprus and take a look.
Send someone to Kedar and consider carefully;
see if there has ever been anything like this:

I observed that it was because unfaithful Israel had committed adultery that I had sent her away and had given her a certificate of divorce. Nevertheless, her treacherous sister Judah was not afraid but also went and prostituted herself.

A sound is heard on the barren heights,
the children of Israel weeping and begging for mercy,
for they have perverted their way;
they have forgotten the Lord their God.

My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in agony!
Oh, the pain in my heart!
My heart pounds;
I cannot be silent.
For you, my soul,
have heard the sound of the ram’s horn—
the shout of battle.

How long must I see the signal flag
and hear the sound of the ram’s horn?

Every city flees
at the sound of the horseman and the archer.
They enter the thickets
and climb among the rocks.
Every city is abandoned;
no inhabitant is left.

Do you not fear Me?
This is the Lord’s declaration.
Do you not tremble before Me,
the One who set the sand as the boundary of the sea,
an enduring barrier that it cannot cross?
The waves surge, but they cannot prevail.
They roar but cannot pass over it.

“Run for cover, Benjaminites,
out of Jerusalem!
Sound the ram’s horn in Tekoa;
raise a smoke signal over Beth-haccherem,
for disaster threatens from the north,
even great destruction.

I appointed watchmen over you
and said: Listen for the sound of the ram’s horn.
But they protested, “We won’t listen!”

Since the day your ancestors came out of the land of Egypt until this day, I have sent all My servants the prophets to you time and time again.

I will remove from the cities of Judah and the streets of Jerusalem the sound of joy and gladness and the voices of the groom and the bride, for the land will become a desolate waste.

From Dan the snorting of horses is heard.
At the sound of the neighing of mighty steeds,
the whole land quakes.
They come to devour the land and everything in it,
the city and all its residents.

Indeed, I am about to send snakes among you,
poisonous vipers that cannot be charmed.
They will bite you.
This is the Lord’s declaration.

I will raise weeping and a lament
over the mountains,
a dirge over the wilderness grazing land,
for they have been so scorched
that no one passes through.
The sound of cattle is no longer heard.
From the birds of the sky to the animals,
everything has fled—they have gone away.

I will scatter them among the nations that they and their fathers have not known. I will send a sword after them until I have finished them off.”

This is what the Lord of Hosts says:

Consider, and summon the women who mourn;
send for the skillful women.

For a sound of lamentation is heard from Zion:
How devastated we are.
We are greatly ashamed,
for we have abandoned the land;
our dwellings have been torn down.

The Lord named you
a flourishing olive tree,
beautiful with well-formed fruit.
He has set fire to it,
and its branches are consumed
with a great roaring sound.

Their nobles send their servants for water.
They go to the cisterns;
they find no water;
their containers return empty.
They are ashamed and humiliated;
they cover their heads.