Awake, O stringed instrument and harp! I will wake up at dawn!

If I were to fly away on the wings of the dawn, and settle down on the other side of the sea,

My skin has turned dark on me; my body is hot with fever.

Have you ever in your life commanded the morning, or made the dawn know its place,

Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the red glow of dawn.

Awake, my soul! Awake, O stringed instrument and harp! I will wake up at dawn!

The one who diligently seeks good seeks favor, but the one who searches for evil – it will come to him.

Let its morning stars be darkened; let it wait for daylight but find none, nor let it see the first rays of dawn,

“Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”

Then you must recall the Lord’s instructions and the prophetic testimony of what would happen. Certainly they say such things because their minds are spiritually darkened.

Look how you have fallen from the sky, O shining one, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the ground, O conqueror of the nations!

the deep waters! Grain from the Shihor region, crops grown near the Nile she receives; she is the trade center of the nations.

If, as far as the priest can see, the scall has stayed the same and black hair has sprouted in it, the scall has been healed; the person is clean. So the priest is to pronounce him clean.

But if the priest examines the scall infection and it does not appear to be deeper than the skin, and there is no black hair in it, then the priest is to quarantine the person with the scall infection for seven days.

For here he is! He formed the mountains and created the wind. He reveals his plans to men. He turns the dawn into darkness and marches on the heights of the earth. The Lord, the God who commands armies, is his name!”