 for the day of darknesses and of mist is nigh, the day of cloud and of whirlwind. These locusts be As the morrowtide spread abroad on hills, like a much people and strong. None was like it from the beginning, and after it shall not be, till into years of generation and of generation. for the day of darkness and of mist is near, the day of cloud and of whirlwind. These locusts be like the morning spread abroad upon the hills, like a strong, innumerable host, or army. Nothing was ever like them before, and after them, nothing shall ever be like them again. 