They surround me like bees; they are put out like the fire of thorns; for in the name of Jehovah I will cut them off.
But the wicked, all of them, shall be like a thorn thrust away, because they cannot be taken by the hand.
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. May Jehovah hear you in the day of trouble, the name of the God of Jacob set you on high,
We will rejoice in your salvation, and in the name of our God we will set up banners; may Jehovah fulfill all your prayers.
Before your pots can feel the thorns, whether green or glowing, He shall sweep it away.
O Jehovah, our Lord, how excellent is Your name in all the earth!
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of the fool; this also is vanity.
Fury is not in Me; who would set the briers and thorns against Me in battle? I would step through it; I would burn it at once.
And the people shall be like the burnings of lime; like thorns cut up, they shall be burned in the fire.
For as thorns are woven together, and as their drunkards are drunken, they shall be devoured like stubble fully dry.
And the Amorites who lived in that mountain came out against you and chased you, even as bees do, and destroyed you in Seir, to Hormah.
And 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 Jehovah of Hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.