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1 Blow ye the horn in Zion, And sound an alarm in My holy mountain; Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble; For the day of the LORD cometh, For it is at hand;

2 A day of darkness and gloominess, A day of clouds and thick darkness, As blackness spread upon the mountains; A great people and a mighty, There hath not been ever the like, Neither shall be any more after them, Even to the years of many generations.

3 A fire devoureth before them, And behind them a flame blazeth; The land is as the garden of Eden before them, And behind them a desolate wilderness; Yea, and nothing escapeth them.

4 The appearance of them is as the appearance of horses; And as horsemen, so do they run.

5 Like the noise of chariots, On the tops of the mountains do they leap, Like the noise of a flame of fire That devoureth the stubble, As a mighty people set in battle array.

6 At their presence the peoples are in anguish; All faces have gathered blackness.

7 They run like mighty men, They climb the wall like men of war; And they move on every one in his ways, And they entangle not their paths.

8 Neither doth one thrust another, They march every one in his highway; And they break through the weapons, And suffer no harm.

Joel 2:1-8, JPS Tanakh 1917. Public domain.
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