Ho Assyrian, the rod of mine anger, the staff in whose hand is mine indignation!
Thy doom is come unto thee, O inhabitant of the land: the time is come, the day is near, (a day of) tumult, and not (of) joyful shouting, upon the mountains.
a day of darkness and gloominess, a day of clouds and thick darkness, as the dawn spread upon the mountains; a great people and a strong; there hath not been ever the like, neither shall be any more after them, even to the years of many generations.