When mine enemies turned back, they stumbled and perished from before thee;
To be burned with fire, it is cut down,—At the rebuke of thy countenance, they will perish.
And I saw a great white throne, and him that was sitting thereon, from whose face fled the earth and heaven, and, place, was not found for them.
Who, indeed, a penalty, shall pay—age-abiding destruction from the face of the Lord and from the glory of his might—
As for thee, to be feared thou art! Who then shall stand before thee, because of the power of thine anger?
When thou didst fearful things we could not expect, Thou earnest down at thy presence, mountains, quaked.
Because, thou, hast made Yahweh, my refuge,—The Most High, thou last made thy dwelling-place,
To declare, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, And thy faithfulness at night;