Look to Zion, the city of our festivals; your eyes shall see Jerusalem as a quiet abode, a tent not to be struck, Whose pegs will never be pulled up, nor any of its ropes severed.
As for you, prophesy against them all these words and say to them: The Lord roars from on high, from his holy dwelling he raises his voice; Mightily he roars over his sheepfold, a shout like that of vintagers echoes over all the inhabitants of the earth.
The Lord raises his voice at the head of his army; How immense is his host! How numerous those who carry out his command! How great is the day of the Lord! Utterly terrifying! Who can survive it?
Yes, days are coming— oracle of the Lord— When the one who plows shall overtake the one who reaps and the vintager, the sower of the seed; The mountains shall drip with the juice of grapes, and all the hills shall run with it.
The Lord God of hosts, Who melts the earth with his touch, so that all who dwell on it mourn, So that it will all rise up like the Nile, and subside like the river of Egypt;
We heard, and our hearts melted within us; everyone is utterly dispirited because of you, since the Lord, your God, is God in heaven above and on earth below.
and said: “I know that the Lord has given you the land, that a dread of you has come upon us, and that all the inhabitants of the land tremble with fear because of you.