I, the Lord, once called 1 you a thriving olive tree, one that produced beautiful fruit. But I will set you 2 on fire, fire that will blaze with a mighty roar. 3 Then all your branches will be good for nothing. 4
When they moved, I heard the sound of their wings – it was like the sound of rushing waters, or the voice of the Almighty, 1 or the tumult 2 of an army. When they stood still, they lowered their wings.