Isaiah 34:3-5

The Voice

³ Their blood will run like rivers down the mountains,
    their corpses tossed out, heaped up, and randomly piled in a great stinking mound.
⁴ All the stars in the once-vibrant heavens will vanish:
    and the sky will be rolled up like a scroll.
All the starry hosts will wither and fall,
    like grape leaves crisped by fall or fig leaves shriveled by winter.^[a]