Your men will fall by the sword, your warriors in battle.

Raise the war cry, you nations, and be shattered! Listen, all you distant lands. Prepare for battle, and be shattered! Prepare for battle, and be shattered!

Every warrior’s boot used in battle and every garment rolled in blood will be destined for burning, will be fuel for the fire.

I have commanded those I prepared for battle; I have summoned my warriors to carry out my wrath— those who rejoice in my triumph.

They flee from the sword, from the drawn sword, from the bent bow and from the heat of battle.

you town so full of commotion, you city of tumult and revelry? Your slain were not killed by the sword, nor did they die in battle.

I am not angry. If only there were briers and thorns confronting me! I would march against them in battle; I would set them all on fire.

He will be a spirit of justice to the one who sits in judgment, a source of strength to those who turn back the battle at the gate.

Every stroke the Lord lays on them with his punishing club will be to the music of timbrels and harps, as he fights them in battle with the blows of his arm.

This is what the Lord says to me: “As a lion growls, a great lion over its prey— and though a whole band of shepherds is called together against it, it is not frightened by their shouts or disturbed by their clamor— so the Lord Almighty will come down to do battle on Mount Zion and on its heights.

Their stronghold will fall because of terror; at the sight of the battle standard their commanders will panic,” declares the Lord, whose fire is in Zion, whose furnace is in Jerusalem.

The Lord will march out like a champion, like a warrior he will stir up his zeal; with a shout he will raise the battle cry and will triumph over his enemies.

I will make your battlements of rubies, your gates of sparkling jewels, and all your walls of precious stones.