For lo! Yahweh, is coming forth out of his place, To visit the iniquity of earths inhabitant upon him, - Therefore shall the earth unveil her shed-blood, And throw a covering, no longer over her slain.

Would that thou hadst rent the heavens, hadst come down,

Then the Spirit lifted me up, and I heard behind me the sound of a great rushing, - Blessed be the glory of Yahweh. From his place!

For, I, will be as a lion unto Ephraim, and as a young lion to the house of Judah, - I, I, will tear in pieces, and depart, I will carry off, and none be able to rescue.

Place

When, our God, is in the heavens, Whatsoever he pleased, hath he done.

And tread

Look on every one who is high, and humble him, yea tread down the lawless, on the spot:

Enter into the rock, Or hide thee in the dust, - Because of the terribleness of Yahweh, And for his majestic splendour.

For the hand of Yahweh will settle down in this mountain, - Then shall Moab be trodden down in its place, Like the treading down of a strawheap in the water of a dunghill;

A winepress, have I trodden, alone, And of the peoples, there was no man with me. So I trod them down in mine anger, And trampled upon then, in mine indignation, - And their life-blood besprinkled my garments, And all mine apparel, I defiled;

For lo! He that fashioned the mountains, and created the wind, and who telleth the son of earth what is his thought, who turneth dawn into darkness, and marcheth upon the high places of the earth, Yahweh, God of hosts, is his name!

The high

He made him ride on the high places of the land, Caused him to eat the increase of the fields, - And gave him to suck honey out of the cliff, And oil out of the rock of flint:

How happy art thou, O Israel! Who is like unto thee, O people victorious in Yahweh? Thy helpful shield, who also is thy majestic sword, - So that thy foes come cringing unto thee, And, thou, upon their heights, dost march along.

Yahweh, My Lord, is my strength, therefore hath he made my feet like hinds, and, upon my high places, will he cause me to march along. To the chief musician, on my double harp.

General references

The mountains, started like rams, The hills like the young of the flock?