Nine at Night

In the ancient night,
Nine hours delivered us 

And freed us from the burden 

Of the enemy's trouble.

The shouting, so loud, came.
What was it?  

The sound of war or great rejoicing?
I will tell you now:

It was truly an offering
To push or drive with force a pole into the ground,
Such as when setting up a church.

The sound of the trumpet
Made the world stand still in anticipation
And forcefully took hold of
The appeal of another.

Night or day
Ancient and in hours
Of number total
The number
Cardinal
A trouble
The enemy burdens for freedom and deliverance
Rejoicing for a war of alarm
Of shouting great.

Nine is a cardinal number,
The total hours in an ancient day or night.
Nine rescued or delivered us to freedom from a burden of the enemy
Then a great shout of rejoicing was heard
And the offering pushed forth like a trumpet blowing out sound.
We stood waiting,
Standing still in expectation
To seize hold by force,
And we pleaded earnestly for an action
Decorated in ornamentation that showed distinction.
We went astray due to deception
And waved.