<p class="poetry">The noise of battle can be heard in the land of Babylonia.<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">There is the sound of great destruction.p>

<p class="poetry">&#8220;Babylon,<n id="1" /> you are my war club,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">my weapon for battle.p> <p class="poetry">I used you to smash nations.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">I used you to destroy kingdoms.p>

<p class="bodytext">I said,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">&#8220;Oh, the feeling in the pit of my stomach!<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">I writhe in anguish.p> <p class="poetry">Oh, the pain in my heart!<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">My heart pounds within me.p> <p class="poetry">I cannot keep silent.p> <p class="poetry">For I hear the sound of the trumpet;<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">the sound of the battle cry pierces my soul!<n id="5" />p>

<p class="poetry">They will say,<n id="1" /> &#8216;Prepare to do battle<n id="2" /> against it!p> <p class="poetry">Come on! Let&#8217;s attack it at noon!&#8217;p> <p class="poetry">But later they will say,<n id="3" /> &#8216;Oh, oh! Too bad!<n id="4" />p> <p class="poetry">The day is almost overp> <p class="poetry">and the shadows of evening are getting long.p>

You must not say, &#8216;No, we will not stay. Instead we will go and live in the land of Egypt where we will not face war,<n id="1" /> or hear the enemy&#8217;s trumpet calls,<n id="2" /> or starve for lack of food.&#8217;<n id="3" />

<p class="poetry">Because you did that,p> <p class="poetry">I, the <sc>Lordsc>, affirm that<n id="1" /> a time is comingp> <p class="poetry">when I will make Rabbah, the capital city of Ammon,p> <p class="poetry">hear the sound of the battle cry.p> <p class="poetry">It will become a mound covered with ruins.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Its villages will be burned to the ground.<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">Then Israel will take back its landp> <p class="poetry">from those who took their land from them.p> <p class="poetry">I, the Lord, affirm it!<n id="4" />p>