H8663–תְּשֻׁאָה–te.shu.ah

Yea, doth `any' understand The spreadings out of a cloud? The noises of His tabernacle?

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

He doth laugh at the multitude of a city, The cries of an exactor he heareth not.

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

Full of stirs -- a noisy city -- an exulting city, Thy pierced are not pierced of the sword, Nor dead in battle.

תְּשֻׁא֣וֹת׀ te.shu.'ot “noises”

Who `art' thou, O great mountain Before Zerubbabel -- for a plain! And he hath brought forth the top-stone, Cries of Grace, grace -- `are' to it.'

תְּשֻׁא֕וֹת te.shu.'ot “shouting<s>”