חֱמָא

For the arrows of the Almighty are within me. My spirit drinks up their poison. The terrors of God set themselves in array against me.

be afraid of the sword, for wrath brings the punishments of the sword, that you may know there is a judgment.”

Let his own eyes see his destruction. Let him drink of the wrath of the Almighty.

Don’t let riches entice you to wrath, neither let the great size of a bribe turn you aside.

Cease from anger, and forsake wrath. Don’t fret; it leads only to evildoing.

Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

Their poison is like the poison of a snake, like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth.

Surely the wrath of man praises you. The survivors of your wrath are restrained.

Surely the wrath of man praises you. The survivors of your wrath are restrained.

But he, being merciful, forgave iniquity, and didn’t destroy them. Yes, many times he turned his anger away, and didn’t stir up all his wrath.

Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you, on the kingdoms that don’t call on your name;

Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves.

How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?

For we are consumed in your anger. We are troubled in your wrath.

Therefore he said that he would destroy them, had Moses, his chosen, not stood before him in the breach, to turn away his wrath, so that he wouldn’t destroy them.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent. Viper’s poison is under their lips.

For jealousy arouses the fury of the husband. He won’t spare in the day of vengeance.

A gentle answer turns away wrath, but a harsh word stirs up anger.

A wrathful man stirs up contention, but one who is slow to anger appeases strife.

The king’s wrath is a messenger of death, but a wise man will pacify it.

A hot-tempered man must pay the penalty, for if you rescue him, you must do it again.

A gift in secret pacifies anger, and a bribe in the cloak, strong wrath.

Don’t befriend a hot-tempered man, and don’t associate with one who harbors anger:

Wrath is cruel, and anger is overwhelming; but who is able to stand before jealousy?

An angry man stirs up strife, and a wrathful man abounds in sin.

Wrath is not in me, but if I should find briers and thorns, I would do battle! I would march on them and I would burn them together.

For Yahweh is enraged against all the nations, and angry with all their armies. He has utterly destroyed them. He has given them over for slaughter.

Therefore he poured the fierceness of his anger on him, and the strength of battle. It set him on fire all around, but he didn’t know. It burned him, but he didn’t take it to heart.”

Have you forgotten Yahweh your Maker, who stretched out the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth? Do you live in fear continually all day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he prepares to destroy? Where is the fury of the oppressor?

Have you forgotten Yahweh your Maker, who stretched out the heavens, and laid the foundations of the earth? Do you live in fear continually all day because of the fury of the oppressor, when he prepares to destroy? Where is the fury of the oppressor?

Awake, awake! Stand up, Jerusalem, you who have drunk from Yahweh’s hand the cup of his wrath. You have drunken the bowl of the cup of staggering, and drained it.

Your sons have fainted. They lie at the head of all the streets, like an antelope in a net. They are full of Yahweh’s wrath, the rebuke of your God.

Your Lord Yahweh, your God who pleads the cause of his people, says, “Behold, I have taken out of your hand the cup of staggering, even the bowl of the cup of my wrath. You will not drink it any more.

According to their deeds, he will repay as appropriate, wrath to his adversaries, recompense to his enemies; he will repay the islands their due.

“I have trodden the wine press alone. Of the peoples, no one was with me. Yes, I trod them in my anger and trampled them in my wrath. Their lifeblood is sprinkled on my garments, and I have stained all my clothing.

I looked, and there was no one to help; and I wondered that there was no one to uphold. Therefore my own arm brought salvation to me. My own wrath upheld me.

I trod down the peoples in my anger and made them drunk in my wrath. I poured their lifeblood out on the earth.”

For, behold, Yahweh will come with fire, and his chariots will be like the whirlwind; to render his anger with fierceness, and his rebuke with flames of fire.