The Lord will plunder his pasture,
Shepherds have no place to flee.
Roaring from on high,
Leaving His lair like a lion.
He will roar mightily against his fold:
He is awesome in power,
A fear to behold.
Hear it to the ends of the earth,
He has a controversy with the nations.
He will plead his case with all flesh,
He has made his invitation.
Wicked go to the sword,
Disaster throughout the nations.
A whirlwind rising to the farthest parts of the earth.
Just remuneration.
From one end to the other,
None lamented.
This is their end.
Don\'t be a pretender.
The voice of the cry of the shepherds,
And the wailing of the fold...
There will be no place to flee
From the Almighty God of old.