They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.
As to the worthless -- As a thorn driven away `are' all of them, For -- not by hand are they taken;
To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah doth answer thee, In a day of adversity, The name of the God of Jacob doth set thee on high,
We sing of thy salvation, And in the name of our God set up a banner. Jehovah doth fulfil all thy requests.
Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.
Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth!
For as the noise of thorns under the pot, So `is' the laughter of a fool, even this `is' vanity.
Fury is not in Me; Who giveth Me a brier -- a thorn in battle? I step into it, I burn it at once.
And peoples have been `as' burnings of lime, Thorns, as sweepings, with fire they burn.
For while princes `are' perplexed, And with their drink are drunken, They have been consumed as stubble fully dried.
and the Amorite who is dwelling in that hill-country cometh out to meet you, and they pursue you as the bees do, and smite you in Seir -- unto Hormah.
And David saith unto the Philistine, `Thou art coming unto me with sword, and with spear, and with buckler, and I am coming unto thee in the name of Jehovah of Hosts, God of the ranks of Israel, which thou hast reproached.