<p class="poetry">I will produce portents both in the sky<n id="1" /> and on the earth &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">blood, fire, and columns of smoke.p>

<p class="poetry">To you, O <sc>Lordsc>, I call out for help,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">for fire<n id="2" /> has burned up<n id="3" /> the grassy pastures,<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">flames have razed<n id="5" /> all the trees in the fields.p>

<p class="poetry">Even the wild animals<n id="1" /> cry out to you;<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">for the river beds<n id="3" /> have dried up;p> <p class="poetry">fire has destroyed<n id="4" /> the grassy pastures.<n id="5" />p>

<p class="poetry">Like fire they devour everything in their path;<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">a flame blazes behind them.p> <p class="poetry">The land looks like the Garden of Eden<n id="2" /> before them,p> <p class="poetry">but behind them there is only a desolate wilderness &#8211;p> <p class="poetry">for nothing escapes them!<n id="3" />p>

<p class="poetry">They sound like<n id="1" /> chariots rumbling<n id="2" /> over mountain tops,p> <p class="poetry">like the crackling<n id="3" /> of blazing fire consuming stubble,p> <p class="poetry">like the noise of<n id="4" /> a mighty army<n id="5" /> being drawn up for battle.<n id="6" />p>