They surrounded me like bees; They were extinguished like a fire of thorn bushes; In the name of the Lord I will certainly fend them off.
“But the worthless, every one of them, are like scattered thorns, Because they cannot be taken in hand;
May the Lord answer you on a day of trouble! May the name of the God of Jacob protect you!
We will sing for joy over your victory, And in the name of our God we will set up our banners. May the Lord fulfill all your desires.
Before your pots can feel the fire of thorns He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.
¶Lord, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth!
For as the crackling of thorn bushes under a pot, So is the laughter of the fool; And this too is futility.
“I have no wrath. Should someone give Me briars and thorns in battle, Then I would step on them, I would burn them completely.
“The peoples will be burned to lime, Like cut thorns which are burned in the fire.
Like tangled thorns, And like those who are drunken with their drink, They are consumed Like stubble completely dried up.
And the Amorites who lived in that hill country came out against you and chased you as bees do, and they scattered you from Seir to Hormah.
But David said to the Philistine, “You come to me with a sword, a spear, and a saber, but I come to you in the name of the Lord of armies, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.