In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.
Thou, fearful `art' Thou, And who doth stand before Thee, Since Thou hast been angry!
Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.
(For Thou, O Jehovah, `art' my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.
To declare in the morning Thy kindness, And Thy faithfulness in the nights.
In Thy doing fearful things -- we expect not, Thou didst come down, From Thy presence did mountains flow.
who shall suffer justice -- destruction age-during -- from the face of the Lord, and from the glory of his strength,
And I saw a great white throne, and Him who is sitting upon it, from whose face the earth and the heaven did flee away, and place was not found for them;