HOLY ANGER

God, in vengeance is jealous. God, in vengeance is furious. On the table of his foes vengeance is served, For his enemies, his wrath is reserved. Slow in anger, Great in power, He acquits not the wicked, The guilty does not go unpunished. The whirlwind and storm dance in his hand, The proud clouds at his feet like dust gather. The seas and rivers run dry at his command And lush pastures of blooming flowers wither. In his presence, mountains shake, Haughty high hills crumble, In his presence, earth's heartlands quake, All spirits, flesh and blood tremble. Before his fierce anger, none can stand; He pours out his fury like a flaming fire, His blazing anger none can withstand, Aged mountains mourn and crumble to dust in his ire. Into deep darkness, he pursues his foes; In furious floods, he sweeps away his enemies. Like drunken drunkards, they stagger; turning and turning and turning, Entangled among dry thorns afire, burning and burning and burning.