They surrounded me like bees; they burned up like fire among thorns; in the Lord’s name I cut them off.
But the wicked are all like thorns to be cast away; they cannot be taken up by hand.
For the leader. A psalm of David.
Grant what is in your heart, fulfill your every plan.
Let them dissolve like a snail that oozes away, like an untimely birth that never sees the sun.
The birds of the air, the fish of the sea, and whatever swims the paths of the seas.
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the fool’s laughter. This also is vanity.
I am not angry. But if I were to find briers and thorns, In battle I would march against it; I would burn it all.
The peoples shall be burned to lime, thorns cut down to burn in fire.
Like a thorny thicket, they are tangled, and like drunkards, they are drunk; like dry stubble, they are utterly consumed.
Then the Amorites living in that hill country came out against you and put you to flight the way bees do, cutting you down in Seir as far as Hormah.
David answered him: “You come against me with sword and spear and scimitar, but I come against you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel whom you have insulted.