Be warned, O haughty Northern King,
Your time will come to pass!
You now have trampled holy ground
To scourge the lowly class.
You brandish weapons forged by hand
To threaten peaceful men
And all the women you condemn
With lashes from a pen.
Observe their faces, Northern King;
Their joy you will not crush.
Your army strives to silence them;
Their mouths, you will not hush.
Like swarms of locusts, they proceed
Unitedly to laud
The One whose army you will face;
Jehovah is their God!
You are so warned, O Northern King;
Your actions are unwise.
They won't retreat, and you will see
God's army fill the skies!