I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

The nations were angry, the kingdoms were moved; at the sound of his voice the earth became like wax.

Let them be like smoke before the driving wind; as wax turning soft before the fire, so let them come to an end before the power of God.

This will be more pleasing to the Lord than an ox, or a young ox of full growth.

The mountains became like wax at the coming of the Lord, at the coming of the Lord of all the earth.

They made a young ox in Horeb, and gave worship to an image of gold.

And their glory was changed into the image of an ox, whose food is grass.