קוֹל

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

Wisdom calls out in the street, she lifts her voice in the square;

…if you truly call out to insight and lift your voice to understanding,

I did not listen to the voice of my teachers or incline my ear to my mentors.

Does not wisdom call out, and understanding raise her voice?

“To you, O men, I call out, and my cry is to the sons of men.

When he speaks graciously, do not believe him, for seven abominations fill his heart.

If one blesses his neighbor with a loud voice early in the morning, it will be counted to him as a curse.

As a dream comes through many cares, so the speech of a fool comes with many words.

Do not let your mouth cause your flesh to sin, and do not tell the messenger that your vow was a mistake. Why should God be angry with your words and destroy the work of your hands?

For like the crackling of thorns under the pot, so is the laughter of the fool. This too is futile.

Do not curse the king even in your thoughts, or curse the rich even in your bedroom, for a bird of the air may carry your words, and a winged creature may report your speech.

…when the doors to the street are shut and the sound of the mill fades away, when one rises at the sound of a bird and all the daughters of song grow faint,

Listen! My beloved approaches. Look! Here he comes, leaping across the mountains, bounding over the hills.

The flowers have appeared in the countryside; the season of singing has come, and the cooing of turtledoves is heard in our land.

O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.

I sleep, but my heart is awake. A sound! My beloved is knocking: “Open to me, my sister, my darling, my dove, my flawless one. My head is drenched with dew, my hair with the dampness of the night.”

You who dwell in the gardens, my companions are listening for your voice. Let me hear it!

At the sound of their voices the doorposts and thresholds shook, and the temple was filled with smoke.

Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying: “Whom shall I send? Who will go for Us?” And I said: “Here am I. Send me!”

Cry aloud, O Daughter of Gallim! Listen, O Laishah! O wretched Anathoth!

Raise a banner on a barren hilltop; call aloud to them. Wave your hand, that they may enter the gates of the nobles.

Listen, a tumult on the mountains, like that of a great multitude! Listen, an uproar among the kingdoms, like nations gathered together! The LORD of Hosts is mobilizing an army for war.

Heshbon and Elealeh cry out; their voices are heard as far as Jahaz. Therefore the soldiers of Moab cry out; their souls tremble within.

They raise their voices, they shout for joy; from the west they proclaim the majesty of the LORD.

Whoever flees the sound of panic will fall into the pit, and whoever climbs from the pit will be caught in the snare. For the windows of heaven are open, and the foundations of the earth are shaken.

Listen and hear my voice. Pay attention and hear what I say.

You will be brought low, you will speak from the ground, and out of the dust your words will be muffled. Your voice will be like a spirit from the ground; your speech will whisper out of the dust.

…you will be visited by the LORD of Hosts with thunder and earthquake and loud noise, with windstorm and tempest and consuming flame of fire.

O people in Zion who dwell in Jerusalem, you will weep no more. He will surely be gracious when you cry for help; when He hears, He will answer you.

And the LORD will cause His majestic voice to be heard and His mighty arm to be revealed, striking in angry wrath with a flame of consuming fire, and with cloudburst, storm, and hailstones.

For Assyria will be shattered at the voice of the LORD; He will strike them with His scepter.

For this is what the LORD has said to me: “Like a lion roaring or a young lion over its prey—and though a band of shepherds is called out against it, it is not terrified by their shouting or subdued by their clamor—so the LORD of Hosts will come down to do battle on Mount Zion and its heights.

Stand up, you complacent women; listen to me. Give ear to my word, you overconfident daughters.

The peoples flee the thunder of Your voice; the nations scatter when You rise.

Then the Rabshakeh stood and called out loudly in Hebrew: “Hear the words of the great king, the king of Assyria!

Whom have you taunted and blasphemed? Against whom have you raised your voice and lifted your eyes in pride? Against the Holy One of Israel!

A voice of one calling: “Prepare the way for the LORD in the wilderness; make a straight highway for our God in the desert.

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field.

Go up on a high mountain, O Zion, herald of good news. Raise your voice loudly, O Jerusalem, herald of good news. Lift it up, do not be afraid! Say to the cities of Judah, “Here is your God!”

He will not cry out or raise His voice, nor make His voice heard in the streets.

Leave Babylon! Flee from the Chaldeans! Declare it with a shout of joy, proclaim it, let it go out to the ends of the earth, saying, “The LORD has redeemed His servant Jacob!”

Who among you fears the LORD and obeys the voice of His Servant? Who among you walks in darkness and has no light? Let him trust in the name of the LORD; let him lean on his God.

For the LORD will comfort Zion and will look with compassion on all her ruins; He will make her wilderness like Eden and her desert like the garden of the LORD. Joy and gladness will be found in her, thanksgiving and melodious song.

Listen! Your watchmen lift up their voices, together they shout for joy. For every eye will see when the LORD returns to Zion.