The pillars of the heavens tremble and are amazed at his rebuke.

A rebuke makes a greater impression on a discerning person than a hundred blows on a fool.

At the sound of your battle cry, O God of Jacob, both rider and horse “fell asleep.”

It is burned and cut down. They die because you are displeased with them.

Your shout made the waters retreat; at the sound of your thunderous voice they hurried off –

A wise son accepts his father’s discipline, but a scoffer does not listen to rebuke.

The ransom of a person’s life is his wealth, but the poor person hears no threat.

It is better for a person to receive a rebuke from those who are wise than to listen to the song of fools.

The depths of the sea were exposed; the inner regions of the world were uncovered by the Lord’s battle cry, by the powerful breath from his nose.

The depths of the sea were exposed; the inner regions of the world were uncovered by your battle cry, Lord, by the powerful breath from your nose.

One thousand will scurry at the battle cry of one enemy soldier; at the battle cry of five enemy soldiers you will all run away, until the remaining few are as isolated as a flagpole on a mountaintop or a signal flag on a hill.”

Your children faint; they lie at the head of every street like an antelope in a snare. They are left in a stupor by the Lord’s anger, by the battle cry of your God.

For look, the Lord comes with fire, his chariots come like a windstorm, to reveal his raging anger, his battle cry, and his flaming arrows.

Why does no one challenge me when I come? Why does no one respond when I call? Is my hand too weak to deliver you? Do I lack the power to rescue you? Look, with a mere shout I can dry up the sea; I can turn streams into a desert, so the fish rot away and die from lack of water.