a day of horn blast and battle cry against the fortified cities, and against the high corner towers.
For the Day of the LORD of Hosts will come against all the proud and lofty, against all that is exalted—it will be humbl
If a ram’s horn sounds in a city, do the people not tremble? If calamity comes to a city, has not the LORD caused it?
Put the ram’s horn to your lips! An eagle looms over the house of the LORD, because the people have transgressed My cove
For the palace will be forsaken, the busy city abandoned. The hill and the watchtower will become caves forever—the deli
Blow the ram’s horn in Gibeah, the trumpet in Ramah; raise the battle cry in Beth-aven: Lead on, O Benjamin!
My anguish, my anguish! I writhe in pain! Oh, the pain in my chest! My heart pounds within me; I cannot be silent. For I
March around Zion, encircle her, count her towers,
Like the blind, we feel our way along the wall, groping like those without eyes. We stumble at midday as in the twilight
For behold, I am raising up the Chaldeans—that ruthless and impetuous nation which marches through the breadth of the ea
He stood and measured the earth; He looked and startled the nations; the ancient mountains crumbled; the perpetual hills
“Run for cover, O sons of Benjamin; flee from Jerusalem! Sound the ram’s horn in Tekoa; send up a signal over Beth-hacch
The snorting of enemy horses is heard from Dan. At the sound of the neighing of mighty steeds, the whole land quakes. Th