[Oracle] They divided the land and gambled for lives, Carried the silver to temples of lies. [Refrain] Gather the nations, let the valley receive them, The harvest is ripe and the winepress is full. [Oracle] Names became prices, the captive was sold, Distance concealed what the market had done. Multitudes, multitudes, decision is near, [Refrain] Gather the nations, let the valley receive them, The harvest is ripe and the winepress is full. [People] Not human election, but judgment made clear. The sun folds away and the heavens are shaken, The LORD roars from Zion; the proud are awakened. What was scattered is called from the coast, [Bridge] What was hidden is counted before the Judge. He is refuge and strength when the earth loses voice, [Coda] The valley of decision belongs to the LORD. Gather the nations, let the valley receive them, The harvest is ripe and the winepress is full.