(A)Lift up a standard on the [a](B)bare hill,
Raise your voice to them,
(C)Wave the hand that they may (D)enter the doors of the nobles.
I have commanded My consecrated ones,
I have even called My (E)mighty warriors,
My proudly exulting ones,
To execute My anger.
A (F)sound of tumult on the mountains,
Like that of many people!
A sound of the uproar of kingdoms,
Of nations gathered together!
The Lord of hosts is mustering the army for battle.

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Footnotes

  1. Isaiah 13:2 Or wind-swept mountain