I will turn you around, drive you along, bring you up from the far north, and send you against the mountains of Israel.
Because your rage and arrogance against Me have reached My ears, I will put My hook in your nose and My bit in your mout
May those who seek my life be ashamed and confounded; may those who wish me harm be repelled and humiliated.
And you will come from your place out of the far north—you and many peoples with you, all riding horses—a mighty horde,
As smoke is blown away, You will drive them out; as wax melts before the fire, the wicked will perish in the presence of
At the time of the end, the king of the South will engage him in battle, but the king of the North will storm out agains