They surrounded me like bees; they went out like a fire among thorns; in the name of the Lord I cut them off!
Then the Amorites who lived in that hill country came out against you and chased you as bees do and beat you down in Seir as far as Hormah.
Then David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword and with a spear and with a javelin, but I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.
May we shout for joy over your salvation, and in the name of our God set up our banners! May the Lord fulfill all your petitions!
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fools; this also is vanity.
May the Lord answer you in the day of trouble! May the name of the God of Jacob protect you!
Sooner than your pots can feel the heat of thorns, whether green or ablaze, may he sweep them away!
O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!
But worthless men are all like thorns that are thrown away, for they cannot be taken with the hand;
For they are like entangled thorns, like drunkards as they drink; they are consumed like stubble fully dried.
I have no wrath. Would that I had thorns and briers to battle! I would march against them, I would burn them up together.
And the peoples will be as if burned to lime, like thorns cut down, that are burned in the fire.”