The mountains skipped like rams, the hills like lambs.

I am like an owl in the wilderness; I am like a screech owl among the ruins.

Afterward it bites like a snake, and stings like a viper.

For they will quickly dry up like grass, and wither away like plants.

People are like a vapor, their days like a shadow that disappears.

Who are these who float along like a cloud, who fly like doves to their shelters?

What man is like Job, who drinks derision like water!

Therefore they will disappear like the morning mist, like early morning dew that evaporates, like chaff that is blown away from a threshing floor, like smoke that disappears through an open window.

They are like valleys stretched forth, like gardens by the river’s side, like aloes that the Lord has planted, and like cedar trees beside the waters.

They will sprout up like a tree in the grass, like poplars beside channels of water.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf and Sirion like a young ox.

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

Why do you skip like rams, O mountains, like lambs, O hills?

He sends the snow that is white like wool; he spreads the frost that is white like ashes.

Is not Calneh like Carchemish? Hamath like Arpad? Samaria like Damascus?

They look like horses; they charge ahead like war horses.

The godly grow like a palm tree; they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.

How often are they like straw before the wind, and like chaff swept away by a whirlwind?

No one is holy like the Lord! There is no one other than you! There is no rock like our God!

They glide by like reed boats, like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.