The thunders of judgement and wrath
Are numbered and harboured in south
In the likeness of an oak whose branches
Are nests of
Lamentation
And weeping laid up
For jehova
And his servants, which burn
Night and day
And vomit out
The heads of scorpions
And live sulphur
Mingled with poison
These are the thunders that roar
With a hundred mighty earthquakes
And a thousand times
As many surges
Which rest not nor know
Any echoing time
Here one rock
Bringeth forth a thousand
Even as the heart
Of man does his thoughts
Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Yea woe!
Be to he who sits on the holy throne in heaven!
For his iniquity is
Was and shall be great
Come away! But not your mighty sounds!
Are numbered and harboured in south
In the likeness of an oak whose branches
Are nests of
Lamentation
And weeping laid up
For jehova
And his servants, which burn
Night and day
And vomit out
The heads of scorpions
And live sulphur
Mingled with poison
These are the thunders that roar
With a hundred mighty earthquakes
And a thousand times
As many surges
Which rest not nor know
Any echoing time
Here one rock
Bringeth forth a thousand
Even as the heart
Of man does his thoughts
Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Woe! Yea woe!
Be to he who sits on the holy throne in heaven!
For his iniquity is
Was and shall be great
Come away! But not your mighty sounds!