1 aBlow a trumpet in Zion,
And sound an alarm on My holy mountain!
Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble,
For the bday of the Lord is coming;
Surely it is near,
2 A day of adarkness and gloom,
A day of clouds and thick darkness.
As the dawn is spread over the mountains,
So there is a bgreat and mighty people;
There has cnever been anything like it,
Nor will there be again after it
To the years of many generations.
3 A afire consumes before them
And behind them a flame burns.
The land is blike the garden of Eden before them
But a cdesolate wilderness behind them,
And nothing at all escapes them.