5. Like the clatter of chariots, they leap on the tops of mountains, like crackling flame of fire devouring stubble, like a mighty horde in battle array.
6. Before them peoples are in anguish. All faces become ashen gray.
7. They run like mighty men. They climb a wall like men of war. They each march in line, never deviating from their ways.
8. One does not crowd another. Each one marches on his own highway. They plunge through the weapons, never breaking off.
9. They rush on the city, they run on the wall, they climb up into the houses, coming through the windows like a thief.
10. Before them land quakes, heaven trembles, sun and moon become dark, stars withdraw their brightness.
11. Adonai utters His voice before His army. For His camp is very vast—for mighty is it that carries out His word. For great is the day of Adonai— very terrifying! Who can endure it?
12. “Yet even now” —it is a declaration of Adonai— “turn to Me with all your heart, with fasting, weeping and lamenting.”
13. Rend your heart, not your garments, and turn to Adonai, your God. For He is gracious and compassionate, slow to anger, abundant in mercy, and relenting about the calamity due.