The Degenerate City | The Day of the Lord Lyrics

When you spread out your hands
I will hide My eyes from you
Even though you make many prayers
I will not hear
Your hands are full of blood

For the day of the Lord of hosts
Shall come upon everything proud and lofty
Upon everything lifted up
And it shall be brought low

Upon all the cedars of Lebanon that are high and lifted up
And upon all the oaks of Bashan

Upon all the high mountains
And upon all the hills that are lifted up

Upon every high tower
And upon every fortified wall

Upon all the ships of Tarshish
And upon all the beautiful sloops

The loftiness of man shall be bowed down
And the haughtiness of men shall be brought low
The Lord alone will be exalted in that day

But the idols He shall utterly abolish

The strong shall be as tinder
And the work of it as a spark
Both will burn together
And no one shall quench them

They shall go into the holes of the rocks
And into the caves of the earth
From the terror of the Lord
And the glory of His majesty
When He arises to shake the earth mightily

In that day a man will cast away his idols of silver
And his idols of gold
Which they made, each for himself to worship
To the moles and bats

To go into the clefts of the rocks
And into the crags of the rugged rocks
From the terror of the Lord
And the glory of His majesty
When He arises to shake the earth mightily

Sever yourselves from such a man
Whose breath is in his nostrils
For of what account is he?

"Come, and let us go up to the mountain of the Lord,
To the house of the God of Jacob;
He will teach us His ways,
And we shall walk in His paths."