קוֹל

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

at the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses, because of the enemy and the avenger.

Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to God with the voice of triumph!

God has gone up with a shout, Yahweh with the sound of a trumpet.

because of the voice of the enemy, because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In anger they hold a grudge against me.

Praise our God, you peoples! Make the sound of his praise heard,

Don’t forget the voice of your adversaries. The tumult of those who rise up against you ascends continually.

The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the world. The earth trembled and shook.

Above the voices of many waters, the mighty breakers of the sea, Yahweh on high is mighty.

Sing praises to Yahweh with the harp, with the harp and the voice of melody.

With trumpets and sound of the ram’s horn, make a joyful noise before the King, Yahweh.

By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin.

At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away.

It will happen that he who flees from the noise of the fear will fall into the pit; and he who comes up out of the middle of the pit will be taken in the snare; for the windows on high are opened, and the foundations of the earth tremble.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This also is vanity.

and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

and the doors shall be shut in the street; when the sound of the grinding is low, and one shall rise up at the voice of a bird, and all the daughters of music shall be brought low;

I was asleep, but my heart was awake. It is the voice of my beloved who knocks: “Open to me, my sister, my love, my dove, my undefiled; for my head is filled with dew, and my hair with the dampness of the night.”

The noise of a multitude is in the mountains, as of a great people; the noise of an uproar of the kingdoms of the nations gathered together! Yahweh of Armies is mustering the army for the battle.

The noise of a multitude is in the mountains, as of a great people; the noise of an uproar of the kingdoms of the nations gathered together! Yahweh of Armies is mustering the army for the battle.

She will be visited by Yahweh of Armies with thunder, with earthquake, with great noise, with whirlwind and storm, and with the flame of a devouring fire.

For the people will dwell in Zion at Jerusalem. You will weep no more. He will surely be gracious to you at the voice of your cry. When he hears you, he will answer you.

At the noise of the thunder, the peoples have fled. When you lift yourself up, the nations are scattered.

I will rejoice in Jerusalem, and delight in my people; and the voice of weeping and the voice of crying will be heard in her no more.

A voice of tumult from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of Yahweh that repays his enemies what they deserve.

A voice of tumult from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of Yahweh that repays his enemies what they deserve.

A voice of tumult from the city, a voice from the temple, a voice of Yahweh that repays his enemies what they deserve.

The young lions have roared at him and yelled. They have made his land waste. His cities are burned up, without inhabitant.

My anguish, my anguish! I am pained at my very heart! My heart trembles within me. I can’t hold my peace, because you have heard, O my soul, the sound of the trumpet, the alarm of war.

How long will I see the standard and hear the sound of the trumpet?

Every city flees for the noise of the horsemen and archers. They go into the thickets, and climb up on the rocks. Every city is forsaken, and not a man dwells therein.

I set watchmen over you, saying, ‘Listen to the sound of the trumpet!’ But they said, ‘We will not listen!’

They take hold of bow and spear. They are cruel, and have no mercy. Their voice roars like the sea, and they ride on horses, everyone set in array, as a man to the battle, against you, daughter of Zion.”

The snorting of his horses is heard from Dan. The whole land trembles at the sound of the neighing of his strong ones; for they have come, and have devoured the land and all that is in it, the city and those who dwell therein.”

I will weep and wail for the mountains, and lament for the pastures of the wilderness, because they are burned up, so that no one passes through; Men can’t hear the voice of the livestock. Both the birds of the sky and the animals have fled. They are gone.

For a voice of wailing is heard out of Zion, ‘How we are ruined! We are greatly confounded because we have forsaken the land, because they have cast down our dwellings.’ ”

Yahweh called your name, “A green olive tree, beautiful with goodly fruit.” With the noise of a great roar he has kindled fire on it, and its branches are broken.

Moreover I will take from them the voice of mirth and the voice of gladness, the voice of the bridegroom and the voice of the bride, the sound of the millstones, and the light of the lamp.

saying, “No; but we will go into the land of Egypt, where we will see no war, nor hear the sound of the trumpet, nor have hunger of bread; and there will we dwell:” ’