Even before your pots can feel a thorn —whether alive or ablaze— He will sweep the wicked away.
The righteous see and rejoice; the innocent mock them, saying,
when my steps were bathed with butter, and the rock poured out for me streams of oil.
The upright see it and are glad, and all iniquity shuts its mouth.
You love only devouring words— treacherous tongue!
Then all men will fear. So they will declare the work of God, and ponder what He has done.
My Lord said: “I will bring them back from Bashan, I will bring them back from the depths of the sea.
You will only look on with your eyes and see the wicked paid back.
When the whirlwind passes, the wicked are no more, but the foundation of the righteous is everlasting.
When the righteous do well, a city rejoices. When the wicked perish, there are shouts of joy.
Make His people rejoice, O nations, for He will avenge the blood of His servants. He will return vengeance on His foes, and atone for the land of His people.”
And the winepress was stomped on outside the city, and blood flowed from the winepress as high as a horse’s bridle for 1,600 stadia.
Rejoice over her, O heaven, and you kedoshim, emissaries and prophets! For God has judged her condemnation of you!”
So let all Your enemies perish, Adonai! But may those who love Him be like the rising of the sun in its might.” Then the land had peace for 40 years.