“‘The trumpet signals the call to battle: “Present arms!” But no one marches into battle. My wrath has them paralyzed! On the open roads you’re killed, or else you go home and die of hunger and disease. Either get murdered out in the country or die of sickness or hunger in town. Survivors run for the hills. They moan like doves in the valleys, Each one moaning for his own sins.
Share
Read Ezekiel 7
Save verses, read offline, watch teaching clips, and more!
YouVersion uses cookies to personalize your experience. By using our website, you accept our use of cookies as described in our Privacy Policy
Home
Bible
Plans
Videos