Let your host be a very large force, As many as three hundred myriads! Soldiers beyond number, Archers beyond count! They'll march by the thousand, in rows, In myriads, by rank arrayed. After two, two will march; After three, all of them. The sole survivor will shut his house. The widow hire on for a fee. Even the ill will be carried in bed. Even the blind will blink his way. The new-wed groom will go forth; To another man he'll drive his wife: To a stranger, his own true love.

9 So on that day I will set out to destroy all the nations that come against Jerusalem. 10 “I will pour out on the kingship of David and the population of Jerusalem a spirit of grace and supplication so that they will look to me, the one they have pierced. They will lament for him as one laments for an only son, and there will be a bitter cry for him like the bitter cry for a firstborn. 11 On that day the lamentation in Jerusalem will be as great as the lamentation at Hadad Rimmon in the plain of Megiddo.