they encompass me like bees; they are quenched like the fire of thorns; for surely I will cut them off in the name of Jehovah.
As to the ungodly, all of them shall be as a thorn driven away; for they cannot be taken by the hand;
To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. May Jehovah answer you in the day of distress; the name of the God of Jacob set you on high.
We will rejoice in Your salvation, and in the name of our God set up banners; may Jehovah fulfill all your prayers.
Before your pots can discern the thorns, whether green or glowing, He shall storm it away.
O Jehovah, our Lord, how majestic is Your name in all the earth!
For as the sound of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool. And this also is vanity.
Fury is not to Me. Who will give Me briers and thorns in the battle? I will step through it; I would burn it at once.
And peoples shall be as burnings of lime; as thorns cut away, they shall be burned in fire.
For as long as thorns are woven together, and as their drunkards are drunken, they shall be devoured like fully dried straw.
And the Amorites who lived in that hill country came out to meet you and they chased you, as the bees do, and beat you down in Seir, to Hormah.
And David said to the Philistine, You are coming to me with sword, and with spear, and with javelin. But I am coming to you in the name of Jehovah of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, which you have reproached.