<p class="poetry">when its waves<n id="1" /> crash<n id="2" /> and foam,p> <p class="poetry">and the mountains shake<n id="3" /> before the surging sea.<n id="4" /> (Selah)p>

<p class="poetry">For the <sc>Lordsc> holds in his hand a cup fullp> <p class="poetry">of foaming wine mixed with spices,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and pours it out.<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">Surely all the wicked of the earthp> <p class="poetry">will slurp it up and drink it to its very last drop.&#8221;<n id="3" />p>