Suddenly, like brambles or thistles, have the whirlwind snatch them away.
The just look on and are glad, and the innocent deride them:
When my footsteps were bathed in cream, and the rock flowed with streams of oil.
The upright saw this and rejoiced; all wickedness shut its mouth.
You love all the words that create confusion, you deceitful tongue.
Every person fears and proclaims God’s actions, they ponder his deeds.
The Lord has said: “Even from Bashan I will fetch them, fetch them even from the depths of the sea.
You need simply watch; the punishment of the wicked you will see.
When the tempest passes, the wicked are no more; but the just are established forever.
When the just prosper, the city rejoices; when the wicked perish, there is jubilation.
Exult with him, you heavens, bow to him, all you divine beings! For he will avenge the blood of his servants, take vengeance on his foes; He will requite those who hate him, and purge his people’s land.
The wine press was trodden outside the city and blood poured out of the wine press to the height of a horse’s bridle for two hundred miles.
Rejoice over her, heaven, you holy ones, apostles, and prophets. For God has judged your case against her.”
So perish all your enemies, O Lord! But may those who love you be like the sun rising in its might! And the land was at rest for forty years.