Thy doom is come unto thee, O inhabitant of the land: the time is come, the day is near, 'a day of' tumult, and not 'of' joyful shouting, upon the mountains.
Sorewe cometh on þee, þat dwellist in þe lond; þe tyme cometh, þe dai of sleyng is niy, and not of glorie of hillis.