The great day of the Lord is near, and hastening fast; the sound of the day of the Lord is bitter, the mighty man cries aloud there. A day of wrath is that day, a day of distress and anguish, a day of ruin and devastation, a day of darkness and gloom, a day of clouds and thick darkness, a day of trumpet blast and battle cry … I will bring distress on men, so that they shall walk like the blind, because they have sinned against the Lord. In the fire of His jealous wrath, all the earth shall be consumed; for a full, yes, sudden end He will make of all the inhabitants of the earth. Zephaniah 1: 14-18
Behold, the day of the Lord comes, cruel, with wrath and fierce anger, to make the earth a desolation and to destroy its sinners from it. For the stars of the heavens and their constellations will not give their light; the sun will be dark at it’s rising and the moon will not shed it’s light. I will punish the world for it’s evil, and the wicked for their iniquity; I will put an end to the pride of the arrogant, and lay low the haughtiness of the ruthless. … Therefore I will make the heavens tremble, and the earth will be shaken out of it’s place, at the wrath of the Lord of hosts in the day of His fierce anger. Isaiah 13: 9-11, 13
Behold, I am coming soon, bringing My recompense, to repay every one for what he has done. I AM the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end. Revelation 22:12
Arise, arise, Riders of Théoden! Fell deeds awake: fire and slaughter! Spear shall be shaken, shield be splintered, a sword-day, a red day, ere the sun rises! Ride now, ride now! Ride to Gondor! Over the field rang his clear voice calling: ‘Death! Ride, ride to ruin and the world’s ending!’ Out of doubt, out of dark, to the day’s rising, He rode singing in the sun, sword unsheathing. Hope he rekindled, and in hope ended;
Over death, over dread, over doom lifted out of loss, out of life, unto long glory. The Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
Not much to cheer about these days, eh?
Joe (of the Shire)