Nothing remains but to bow down among the prisoners, and they shall fall among the slain. For all this His anger is not turned away, and His hand is stretched out still.
The wild oxen shall also fall with them, and the young bulls with the mighty bulls; so their land shall be soaked with blood, and their dust become greasy with fat.
And they shall go forth and look on the corpses of the men who have transgressed against Me. For neither shall their worm die nor shall their fire be quenched. And they shall be an abhorrence to all flesh.
The slain of the Lord on that day will be from one end of the earth even to the other end of the earth. They will not be lamented or gathered or buried. They will be as dung on the ground.
Then I will leave you upon the land; I will cast you out on the open field, and I will cause all the fowl of the heavens to remain upon you. And I will fill the beasts of the whole earth with you.
therefore, as I live, says the Lord God, I will prepare you for bloodshed, and bloodshed shall pursue you. Since you have not hated bloodshed, therefore blood shall pursue you.
I will enter into judgment with him with pestilence and with blood. And I will rain upon him and upon his troops and upon the many peoples who are with him, an overflowing rain and hailstones, fire and brimstone.
It shall come to pass in that day that I will give to Gog a place of graves there in Israel, the valley of the passengers on the east of the sea, and it shall stop the passengers. And there they shall bury Gog and all his multitude, and they shall call it the Valley of Hamon Gog.
You shall fall upon the mountains of Israel, you and all your troops and the peoples who are with you. I will give you to the ravenous birds of every sort, and to the beasts of the field to be devoured.
I will remove the northerner far from you, and I will banish him to a dry and desolate land, those in front to the eastern sea, and those in back to the western sea, and his stink will rise, and his stench will rise, for he has done great things.
Pestilence like that of Egypt I sent against you. By the sword I killed your young men; your horses were taken captive. The stench of your camps I brought up into your nostrils; yet you did not return to Me, says the Lord.
Horsemen charging with flashing sword and glittering spear. Multitude of slain, great number of corpses, dead bodies without end— they stumble on the corpses —