Zephaniah

Let a cry be heard from their houses, when thou shalt bring a troop suddenly upon them: for they have digged a pit to take me, and hid snares for my feet.

Go to now, ye rich men, weep and howl for your miseries that shall come upon you.

Neither their silver nor their gold shall be able to deliver them in the day of the Lord’s wrath; but the whole land shall be devoured by the fire of his jealousy: for he shall make even a speedy riddance of all them that dwell in the land.

For thus saith the Lord; We have heard a voice of trembling, of fear, and not of peace.