1Blow a trumpet in Zion and shout on my holy mountain. Let all the dwellers of the land tremble, for the day of the LORD comes, for it is near.2A day of darkness and gloom, a day of cloud and thick darkness, like dawn spread upon the mountains—a people many and mighty; like it there has not been from eternity, and after it there will not again be even to the years of many generations.3Before him fire eats, and after him flame kindles. Like the garden of Eden the land is before him, and after him a wilderness of devastation; and also no survivor has been left to it.4Like the appearance of horses is his appearance, and like horses so they run.5Like the voice of chariots upon the heads of the mountains they skip about, like the voice of flame of fire eating stubble, like a people mighty arranged for battle.6From his face peoples tremble; all faces grow pale.7Like mighty men they run; like men of battle they ascend a wall; each man walks in his ways, and they do not turn aside from their paths.8They do not jostle one another; each man in his path they go straight; they fall upon the weapons but do not break ranks.9In the city they rush, in the wall they run, in the houses they ascend; about the windows they come like a thief.10Before his face the land trembled, the heavens shook, the sun and moon were dark, and the stars gathered their brightness.11And the LORD gave his voice before his army, for his camp is exceedingly great; for he is mighty, carrying out his command, for the day of the LORD is great and very terrible, and who can endure it?