Isaiah 17:12-14

Oh my! Thunder! A thundering herd of people! Thunder like the crashing of ocean waves! Nations roaring, roaring, like the roar of a massive waterfall, Roaring like a deafening Niagara! But God will silence them with a word, And then he’ll blow them away like dead leaves off a tree, like down from a thistle. At bedtime, terror fills the air. By morning it’s gone—not a sign of it anywhere! This is what happens to those who would ruin us, this is the fate of those out to get us.