'Twas no good,
For a season of healing?
Lo, panic.[380]
From Dan the bruit[381] has been heard, 16
Hinnying of his horses,
With the noise of the neighing of his steeds
The land is aquake.
He[382] comes,[383] he devours the land and her fulness
The city and her dwellers.
For behold, I am sending upon you 17