Even before your pots can feel a thorn —whether alive or ablaze— He will sweep the wicked away.
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.
Then all men will fear. So they will declare the work of God, and ponder what He has done.
When the righteous do well, a city rejoices. When the wicked perish, there are shouts of joy.
The upright see it and are glad, and all iniquity shuts its mouth.
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.”
Rejoice over her, O heaven, and you kedoshim, emissaries and prophets! For God has judged her condemnation of you!”
You love only devouring words— treacherous tongue!
when my steps were bathed with butter, and the rock poured out for me streams of oil.
The righteous see and rejoice; the innocent mock them, saying,
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.
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.
When the whirlwind passes, the wicked are no more, but the foundation of the righteous is everlasting.