³ In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm, a song of David. Rise doth God -- scattered are His enemies! And those hating Him flee from His face.

² As the driving away of smoke Thou drivest away, As the melting of wax before fire, The wicked perish at the presence of God.

⁷ Thou, fearful `art' Thou, And who doth stand before Thee, Since Thou hast been angry!

¹⁶ Burnt with fire -- cut down, From the rebuke of Thy face they perish.

³ In Thy doing fearful things -- we expect not, Thou didst come down, From Thy presence did mountains flow.

⁹ who shall suffer justice -- destruction age-during -- from the face of the Lord, and from the glory of his strength,

¹² And I saw when he opened the sixth seal, and lo, a great earthquake came, and the sun became black as sackcloth of hair, and the moon became as blood,

¹³ and the stars of the heaven fell to the earth -- as a fig-tree doth cast her winter figs, by a great wind being shaken --

¹⁴ and heaven departed as a scroll rolled up, and every mountain and island -- out of their places they were moved;

¹⁵ and the kings of the earth, and the great men, and the rich, and the chiefs of thousands, and the mighty, and every servant, and every freeman, hid themselves in the dens, and in the rocks of the mountains,

¹⁶ and they say to the mountains and to the rocks, `Fall upon us, and hide us from the face of Him who is sitting upon the throne, and from the anger of the Lamb,'

¹⁷ because come did the great day of His anger, and who is able to stand?

¹¹ And I saw a great white throne, and Him who is sitting upon it, from whose face the earth and the heaven did flee away, and place was not found for them;