I will silence<n id="1" /> the noise of your songs; the sound of your harps will be heard no more.

<p class="poetry">&#8220;&#8216;This is what the sovereign <sc>Lordsc> says:p> <p class="poetry">I will put an end to the hordes of Egypt,p> <p class="poetry">by the hand of King Nebuchadrezzar<n id="1" /> of Babylon.p>

<p class="poetry">I will pour out my anger upon Pelusium,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">the stronghold of Egypt;p> <p class="poetry">I will cut off<n id="2" /> the hordes of Thebes.p>

&#8220;Son of man, wail<n id="1" /> over the horde of Egypt. Bring it down;<n id="2" /> bring<n id="3" /> her<n id="4" /> and the daughters of powerful nations down to the lower parts of the earth, along with those who descend to the pit.

When the scouts survey<n id="1" /> the land and see a human bone, they will place a sign by it, until those assigned to burial duty have buried it<n id="2" /> in the valley of Hamon-Gog.

The sound of a carefree crowd accompanied her,<n id="1" /> including all kinds of men;<n id="2" /> even Sabeans<n id="3" /> were brought from the desert. The sisters<n id="4" /> put bracelets on their wrists and beautiful crowns on their heads.

<p class="bodytext">&#8220;&#8216;On that day I will assign Gog a grave in Israel. It will be the valley of those who travel east of the sea; it will block the way of the travelers. There they will bury Gog and all his horde; they will call it the valley of Hamon-Gog.<n id="1" />