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Blow the trumpet in Zion;
    sound the alarm on my holy mountain!
Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble,
    for the day of the Lord is coming, it is near—(A)

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An Army of Locusts

Blow the trumpet(A) in Zion;(B)
    sound the alarm on my holy hill.(C)

Let all who live in the land tremble,
    for the day of the Lord(D) is coming.
It is close at hand(E)

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11 The Lord utters his voice
    at the head of his army;
how vast is his host!
    Numberless are those who obey his command.
Truly the day of the Lord is great,
    terrible indeed—who can endure it?(A)

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11 The Lord(A) thunders(B)
    at the head of his army;(C)
his forces are beyond number,
    and mighty is the army that obeys his command.
The day of the Lord is great;(D)
    it is dreadful.
    Who can endure it?(E)

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