The Fourth Trumpet

¹² The fourth angel blew his trumpet, and a third of the sun was struck, a third of the moon, and a third of the stars, so that a third of them were darkened. A third of the day was without light, and the night as well.^(A)

¹³ I looked again and heard an eagle^[a] flying high overhead, crying out in a loud voice, “Woe!^(B) Woe! Woe to those who live on the earth, because of the remaining trumpet blasts that the three angels are about to sound!”