²⁴ With trembling and rage he swalloweth the ground, And remaineth not stedfast Because of the sound of a trumpet.

¹⁶ Though I had called and He answereth me, I do not believe that He giveth ear `to' my voice.

²⁴ I laugh unto them -- they give no credence, And the light of my face cause not to fall.

²⁰ Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.

¹⁹ My bowels, my bowels! I am pained `at' the walls of my heart, Make a noise for me doth My heart, I am not silent, For the voice of a trumpet I have heard, O my soul -- a shout of battle!

⁶ Is a trumpet blown in a city, And do people not tremble? Is there affliction in a city, And Jehovah hath not done `it'?

⁸ Swifter than leopards have been its horses, And sharper than evening wolves, And increased have its horsemen, Even its horsemen from afar come in, They fly as an eagle, hasting to consume.

⁹ Wholly for violence it doth come in, Their faces swallowing up the east wind, And it doth gather as the sand a captivity.

⁴¹ and while they are not believing from the joy, and wondering, he said to them, `Have ye anything here to eat?'