Beforeyour potscan feel[the fire of] thornsHe will sweepthem awaywith a whirlwind,the greenand the burningalike.
"He is drivenfrom lightinto darkness,And chasedfrom the inhabitedworld.
"The eastwindcarrieshim away, and he is gone,For it whirlshim awayfrom his place.
"Orlike a miscarriagewhich is discarded,I would not be, As infantsthat neversawlight.
In pridethe wickedhotlypursuethe afflicted;Let them be caughtin the plotswhichthey have devised.
His waysprosperat alltimes;Your judgmentsare on high,out of his sight;As for allhis adversaries,he snortsat them.
They surroundedme like bees;They were extinguishedas a fireof thorns;In the nameof the LORDI will surelycutthem off.
But You, O God,will bringthem downto the pitof destruction;Menof bloodshedand deceitwill not liveout halftheir days.But I will trustin You.
When your dreadcomeslike a stormAnd your calamitycomeslike a whirlwind,When distressand anguishcomeupon you.
When the whirlwindpasses,the wickedis nomore,But the righteous[has] an everlastingfoundation.
The wickedis thrustdownby his wrongdoing,But the righteoushasa refugewhen he dies.
For as the cracklingof thornbushesundera pot,Sois the laughterof the fool;And thistoois futility.
The nationsrumbleon like the rumblingof manywaters,But He will rebukethem and they will fleefaraway,And be chasedlike chaffin the mountainsbeforethe wind,Or like whirlingdustbeforea gale.
Scarcelyhave they been planted,Scarcelyhave they been sown,Scarcelyhas their stocktakenrootin the earth,But He merelyblowson them, and they wither,And the stormcarriesthem away like stubble.
"Behold,the stormof the LORDhas goneforthin wrath,Even a whirlingtempest;It will swirldownon the headof the wicked.
"But ifthe LORDbringsaboutan entirelynewthingand the groundopensits mouthand swallowsthem up with allthat is theirs,and they descendaliveinto Sheol,then you will understandthat thesemenhave spurnedthe LORD."
