Blow ye the trumpet in Zion, And sound an alarm in my holy mountain! Let all the inhabitants of the land tremble. For the day of the Lord cometh—it is nigh at hand. A day of darkness and gloom— A day of clouds and thick darkness. As twilight spreads over the mountains, So now a people, great and strong. There hath not been ever the like, Nor shall be from generation to generation. A flame devoureth before them, And behind them a fire burneth. The land is as the garden of Eden before them, And behind them a desolate wilderness: Yea, nothing shall escape them. Their form is as the form of horses, And they leap as horsemen leap. They run like the noise of chariots on the mountain tops, Like the noise of fire that devoureth the stubble. They are a strong people, arrayed for battle. Before them nations tremble, And all their faces glow. They run like mighty men, They climb the wall like men of war; They march every one straight forward, And they shall not break their ranks. No one shall thrust another, They shall walk every one in his own path. They break through the midst of swords, And interrupt not their march; They run to and fro in the city, They mount the wall and climb up the houses, They enter the windows like a thief. The earth quakes before them, The heavens tremble, The sun and moon are darkened, And the stars withdraw their light. Jehovah thunders before his army: For his hosts are very great And mighty is he that executeth his word. The day of the Lord is great and terrible, Who can abide it?—Joel ii. It was late when our travellers retired to rest; yet they arose early, to reach Joppa before the heat of the day. Elisama left a present with the master of the house, as a return for his hospitality, and they took leave of each other, one saying, “God reward thee;” the other acknowledging it as a gift of God, that such guests had taken up their abode with him.