They surrounded me like bees; They were extinguished like burning thorns; In the Name of יהוה I shall cut them off.
“Then the Amorites who dwelt in that mountain came out against you and chased you as bees do, and drove you back from Sĕ
But Dawiḏ
We sing of Your deliverance, And in the Name of our Elohim we set up a banner! יהוה does fill all your requests!
For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of a fool. That too is futile.
יהוה does answer you in the day of distress! The Name of the Elohim of Yaʽ
Before your pots feel the thorns, Whether green or ablaze, He sweeps them away.
O יהוה, our Master, How excellent is Your Name in all the earth!
“But the worthless are all as thorns thrust away, For they are not taken with hands,
Though they are as entangled thorns, and as drunkards with their drink, they shall be consumed like stubble thoroughly dried.
“Wrath is not in Me. Who would set thornbushes and weeds against Me in battle? I would go through them, I would burn them together.
“And peoples shall be like the burnings of lime, like thorns cut up they are burned in the fire.