For behold, Jehovah comes out of His place to punish the inhabitants of the earth for their iniquity; the earth also shall disclose her blood, and shall no more cover her slain.

Oh that You would rend the heavens and come down! That the mountains would quake at Your presence,

as the brushwood fire burns, as the fire causes water to boil; to make Your name known to Your adversaries, that the nations may tremble at Your presence!

Then the Spirit lifted me up, and I heard behind me a great thunderous voice: Blessed is the glory of Jehovah from His place!

For I am to Ephraim as a lion, and as a young lion to the house of Judah; I, even I, tear and go away; I take away, and no one rescues.

I will go and return to My place until they confess their guilt and seek My face. In their affliction they will seek Me earnestly.

But our God is in Heaven; He has done whatever He pleased.

Look upon everyone who is proud, and humble him; tread down the wicked in their place.

Enter into the rock and hide in the dust from the terror of Jehovah, and from the glory of His majesty.

For the day of Jehovah of Hosts shall come upon all the proud and lofty ones, and upon all that is lifted up; and it shall be brought low;

and upon all the high mountains; and upon all the lifted up hills;

and upon all the ships of Tarshish; and upon all desirable craft.

And the idols shall completely pass away.

For the hand of Jehovah shall rest on this mountain, and Moab shall be trampled under Him, even as straw is trampled in the water of a dung pit.

I have trodden the winepress alone; and of the peoples there was no one with Me; for I tread them in My anger and trample them in My fury, and their blood is sprinkled on My garments, and I have stained all My apparel.

For the day of vengeance is in My heart, and the year of My redeemed has come.

For, behold, He who forms mountains and creates the wind and declares to man what his thought is, He who makes the dawn darkness, and treads on the high places of the earth; Jehovah the God of Hosts, is His name.

He made him ride in the heights of the earth, that he might eat the produce of the fields; He made him suck honey from the rock, and oil from the rock of flint;

Blessed are you, O Israel! Who is like you, a people saved by Jehovah, the shield of your help and the sword of your majesty! Your enemies shall cower before you, and you shall tread down their high places.

Jehovah God is my strength, and He makes my feet like does' feet, and He will make me to walk on my high places. To the chief singer, on Neginoth.