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Isaiah 17:12-13

12-13Oh 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.

14At 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.