H8663–תְּשֻׁאָה–te.shu.ah

Yes, can any understand the spreading of the clouds, And the thunderings of his pavilion?

תְּ֝שֻׁא֗וֹת te.shu.'ot “[the] crashes of”

He scorns the tumult of the city, Neither hears he the shouting of the driver.

תְּשֻׁא֥וֹת te.shu.'ot “[the] shouting<s> of”

You that are full of shouting, a tumultuous city, a joyous town; your slain are not slain with the sword, neither are they dead in battle.

תְּשֻׁא֣וֹת׀ te.shu.'ot “noises”

Who are you, great mountain? Before Zerubbabel you are a plain; and he will bring out the capstone with shouts of 'Grace, grace, to it!'"

תְּשֻׁא֕וֹת te.shu.'ot “shouting<s>”