the shoot Your right hand planted— the son You strengthened for Yourself.
Remove Your scourge from me. I perish by the blow of Your hand.
How long, Adonai, will You be angry? Forever? Will Your jealousy keep blazing like fire?
For we are consumed by Your anger and terrified by Your wrath.
When the boughs are withered, they will be broken off. Women come and set them on fire, for it is a people of no understanding. Therefore their Maker will show them no mercy—He who formed them will give them no grace.
If anyone does not abide in Me, he is thrown away like a branch and is dried up. Such branches are picked up and thrown into the fire and burned.
They will pay the price of eternal ruin, away from the presence of the Lord and the glory of His power—