ECB(i)
4 The voice of a multitude in the mountains, in the likeness of a great people; an uproar of noise of the sovereigndoms of goyim who gather: Yah Veh Sabaoth musters the host of the war:
5 they come from a land afar - from the end of the heavens - Yah Veh and the instruments of his rage to despoil the whole land.
6 You, howl! for the day of Yah Veh approaches; it comes as a ravage from Shadday.
7 So all hands slacken and every heart of man melts;
8 and they terrify: pains and pangs take hold of them; they writhe as a woman birthing: every man marvels at friend - their faces as flames.
9 Behold, the day of Yah Veh comes - cruel - with both wrath and fuming wrath to set the land desolate: and he desolates the sinners from it.
10 For the stars of the heavens and kesil halal not their light: the sun darkens in its going, and the moon illuminates not its light.
11 And I visit the world for their evil and the wicked for their perversity; and I cause the pomp of the arrogant to shabbathize; and abase the pomp of the tyrant.
12 I esteem a man more precious than pure gold; and humanity more than the ore of Ophir.
13 So I quake the heavens and quake the earth from her place in the wrath of Yah Veh Sabaoth and in the day of his fuming wrath.
14 And so be it, as the driven gazelle and as a flock, no one gathers: every man faces his own people and every man flees to his own land:
15 every one found is thrust through; and every one scraped away, falls by the sword:
16 and they splatter their sucklings in front of their eyes: plunder their houses and lie down with their women and rape.
17 Behold, I waken the Maday against them, who fabricate not silver; and as for gold, they delight not therein.