“Woe to him who heaps up what is not his own—

for how long?—

and loads himself with pledges!”

7  Will not your debtors suddenly arise,

and those awake who will make you tremble?

Then you will be spoil for them.

8  ^vBecause you have plundered many nations,

all the remnant of the peoples shall plunder you,

^wfor the blood of man and violence to the earth,

to cities and all who dwell in them.

9  “Woe to him who gets evil gain for his house,

to ^xset his nest on high,

to be safe from the reach of harm!

10  You have devised shame for your house

by cutting off many peoples;

you have forfeited your life.

11  For the stone will cry out from the wall,

and the beam from the woodwork respond.

12  “Woe to him who ^ybuilds a town with blood

and founds a city on iniquity!

13  Behold, is it not from the Lord of hosts

that ^zpeoples labor merely for fire,

and nations weary themselves for nothing?

14  For ^athe earth will be filled

with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord

as the waters cover the sea.

15  “Woe to him who makes his neighbors drink—

you pour out your wrath and make them drunk,

in order to gaze at their nakedness!

16  You will have your fill of shame instead of glory.

Drink, yourself, and show your uncircumcision!

^bThe cup in the Lord’s right hand

will come around to you,

and utter shame will come upon your glory!

17  The violence done to Lebanon will overwhelm you,

as will the destruction of the beasts that terrified them,

for the blood of man and violence to the earth,

to cities and all who dwell in them.

18  “What ^cprofit is an idol

when its maker has shaped it,

a metal image, a teacher of lies?

For its maker trusts in his own creation

when he makes ^dspeechless idols!

19  Woe to him who says to a wooden thing, Awake;

to a silent stone, Arise!

Can this teach?

Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver,

and ^ethere is no breath at all in it.

20  But ^fthe Lord is in his holy temple;

^glet all the earth keep silence before him.”

2  O Lord, ^jI have heard the report of you,

and your work, O Lord, do I fear.

In the midst of the years revive it;

in the midst of the years make it known;

in wrath remember mercy.

3  ^kGod came from Teman,

and the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah

His splendor covered the heavens,

and ^lthe earth was full of his praise.

4  His brightness was like the light;

rays flashed from his hand;

and there he veiled his power.

5  Before him went pestilence,

and plague followed at his heels.¹

6  He stood and measured the earth;

he looked and shook the nations;

then the eternal mountains were scattered;

the ^meverlasting hills sank low.

His were the everlasting ways.

7  I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction;

the curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

8  Was your wrath against the rivers, O Lord?

Was your anger against the rivers,

or your indignation against the sea,

when you rode on your horses,

on your ⁿchariot of salvation?

9  You stripped the sheath from your bow,

calling for many arrows.² Selah

You split the earth with rivers.

10  The mountains ^osaw you and writhed;

the raging waters swept on;

the deep gave forth its ^pvoice;

it lifted its hands on high.

11  ^qThe sun and moon stood still in their place

at the light of your arrows as they sped,

at the flash of your ^rglittering spear.

12  You marched through the earth in fury;

you threshed the nations in anger.

13  You went out for the salvation of your people,

for the salvation of your anointed.

You crushed the head of the house of the wicked,

laying him bare from thigh to neck.³ Selah

14  You pierced with his own arrows the heads of his warriors,

who came like a whirlwind to scatter me,

rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.

15  You ^strampled the sea with your horses,

the surging of mighty waters.

16  I hear, and my body trembles;

my lips quiver at the sound;

rottenness enters into my bones;

my legs tremble beneath me.

Yet I will quietly wait for the day of trouble

to come upon people who invade us.

17  ^tThough the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

18  yet I will ^urejoice in the Lord;

I will take joy in the God of my salvation.

19  God, the Lord, is my strength;

^vhe makes my feet like the deer’s;

he makes me tread on my high places.

To the choirmaster: with stringed⁴ instruments.