Your guardsmenare like the swarminglocust.Your marshalsare like hordesof grasshoppersSettlingin the stone wallson a coldday.The sunrisesand they flee,And the placewherethey are is not known.
Liftup a signalin the land,Blowa trumpetamong the nations!Consecratethe nationsagainsther, Summonagainsther the kingdomsof Ararat,Minniand Ashkenaz;Appointa marshalagainsther, Bringup the horseslike bristlylocusts.
"Alientyrantsof the nationshave cutit downand leftit; on the mountainsand in allthe valleysits brancheshave fallenand its boughshave been brokenin allthe ravinesof the land.And allthe peoplesof the earthhave gonedownfrom its shadeand leftit.
Plunderthe silver!Plunderthe gold!For thereis nolimitto the treasure--Wealthfrom everykind of desirableobject.
The appearanceof the locustswas likehorsespreparedfor battle;and on their headsappearedto be crownslikegold,and their faceswere likethe facesof men.
