“But you will sing, sing through an all-night holy feast!
Your hearts will burst with song, make music like the sound of flutes on parade,
En route to the mountain of God on the way to the Rock of Israel.
God will sound out in grandiose thunder, display his hammering arm, Furiously angry, showering sparks-cloudburst, storm, hail!
Oh yes, at God’s thunder, Assyria will cower under the clubbing.
Every blow God lands on them with his club is in time to the music of drums and pipes
God in all-out, two-fisted battle, fighting against them.”