By the blast of your nostrils the waters were piled up, the flowing water stood upright like a heap, and the deep waters were solidified in the heart of the sea.

Their venom is like that of a snake, like a deaf serpent that does not hear,

Let them be like a snail that melts away as it moves along! Let them be like stillborn babies that never see the sun!

Give the king long life! Make his lifetime span several generations!

As if with choice meat you satisfy my soul. My mouth joyfully praises you,

How long will this go on, O Lord? Will you stay angry forever? How long will your rage burn like fire?

How long, O Lord, will this last? Will you remain hidden forever? Will your anger continue to burn like fire?

Yes, throughout all our days we experience your raging fury; the years of our lives pass quickly, like a sigh.

When the wicked sprout up like grass, and all the evildoers glisten, it is so that they may be annihilated.

For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.

Their tongues wound like a serpent; a viper’s venom is behind their lips. (Selah)

“Who is this who appears like the dawn? Beautiful as the moon, bright as the sun, awe-inspiring as the stars in procession?”

As when a pregnant woman gets ready to deliver and strains and cries out because of her labor pains, so were we because of you, O Lord.

They are all like bakers, they are like a smoldering oven; they are like a baker who does not stoke the fire until the kneaded dough is ready for baking.

You pierce the heads of his warriors with a spear. They storm forward to scatter us; they shout with joy as if they were plundering the poor with no opposition.

You split the sea before them, and they crossed through the sea on dry ground! But you threw their pursuers into the depths, like a stone into surging waters.

I also have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you. Who does not know such things as these?

adrift among the dead, like corpses lying in the grave, whom you remember no more, and who are cut off from your power.

for he is like someone calculating the cost in his mind. “Eat and drink,” he says to you, but his heart is not with you;

The Lover to His Beloved: (7:2) How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O nobleman’s daughter! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a master craftsman.