And come up to the Vale of Jehoshaphat,
For there will I sit to judge all the nations round
about.
Put in the sickle,[1258] for ripe is the harvest.
Come, get you down; for the press is full,
The vats overflow, great is their wickedness.
Multitudes, multitudes in the Vale of Decision!
For near is Jehovah’s day in the Vale of Decision.
Sun and moon have turned black,
And the stars withdrawn their shining.