Blow them away like smoke. Melt them like wax in a fire. Let the wicked perish in the presence of God.
When Joab and his troops attacked, the Arameans began to run away.
But again the Arameans fled from the Israelites. This time David’s forces killed 700 charioteers and 40,000 foot soldiers, including Shobach, the commander of their army.
My life is poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.
But the wicked will die. The Lord’s enemies are like flowers in a field— they will disappear like smoke.
No wonder you are greatly feared! Who can stand before you when your anger explodes?
For we are chopped up and burned by our enemies. May they perish at the sight of your frown.
The mountains melt like wax before the Lord, before the Lord of all the earth.
The enemy runs at the sound of your voice. When you stand up, the nations flee!
As fire causes wood to burn and water to boil, your coming would make the nations tremble. Then your enemies would learn the reason for your fame!
This wickedness is like a brushfire. It burns not only briers and thorns but also sets the forests ablaze. Its burning sends up clouds of smoke.
Why have your warriors fallen? They cannot stand, for the Lord has knocked them down.
Therefore, they will disappear like the morning mist, like dew in the morning sun, like chaff blown by the wind, like smoke from a chimney.
The mountains melt beneath his feet and flow into the valleys like wax in a fire, like water pouring down a hill.
And whenever the Ark set out, Moses would shout, “Arise, O Lord, and let your enemies be scattered! Let them flee before you!”