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“Woe to him who gives drink to his neighbors, pouring it from the wineskin till they are drunk, so that he can gaze on their naked bodies!
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You will be filled with shame instead of glory. Now it is your turn! Drink and let your nakedness be exposed! The cup from the class="small-caps" >Lord’s right hand is coming around to you, and disgrace will cover your glory.
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The violence you have done to Lebanon will overwhelm you, and your destruction of animals will terrify you. For you have shed human blood; you have destroyed lands and cities and everyone in them.
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“Of what value is an idol carved by a craftsman? Or an image that teaches lies? For the one who makes it trusts in his own creation; he makes idols that cannot speak.
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Woe to him who says to wood, ‘Come to life!’ Or to lifeless stone, ‘Wake up!’ Can it give guidance? It is covered with gold and silver; there is no breath in it.”
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The class="small-caps" >Lord is in his holy temple; let all the earth be silent before him.
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God came from Teman, the Holy One from Mount Paran. His glory covered the heavens and his praise filled the earth.
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Plague went before him; pestilence followed his steps.
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He stood, and shook the earth; he looked, and made the nations tremble. The ancient mountains crumbled and the age-old hills collapsed— but he marches on forever.
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I saw the tents of Cushan in distress, the dwellings of Midian in anguish.
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Were you angry with the rivers, class="small-caps" >Lord? Was your wrath against the streams? Did you rage against the sea when you rode your horses and your chariots to victory?
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You uncovered your bow, you called for many arrows. You split the earth with rivers;
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the mountains saw you and writhed. Torrents of water swept by; the deep roared and lifted its waves on high.
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In wrath you strode through the earth and in anger you threshed the nations.
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You came out to deliver your people, to save your anointed one. You crushed the leader of the land of wickedness, you stripped him from head to foot.
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You trampled the sea with your horses, churning the great waters.
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I heard and my heart pounded, my lips quivered at the sound; decay crept into my bones, and my legs trembled. Yet I will wait patiently for the day of calamity to come on the nation invading us.
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Though the fig tree does not bud and there are no grapes on the vines, though the olive crop fails and the fields produce no food, though there are no sheep in the pen and no cattle in the stalls,
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yet I will rejoice in the class="small-caps" >Lord, I will be joyful in God my Savior.
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The Sovereign class="small-caps" >Lord is my strength; he makes my feet like the feet of a deer, he enables me to tread on the heights. For the director of music. On my stringed instruments.
