At dawn ¹  the angels hurried Lot along, saying, “Get going! Take your wife and your two daughters who are here, ²  or else you will be destroyed when the city is judged!” ³ 

When they had brought them outside, they ¹  said, “Run ²  for your lives! Don’t look ³  behind you or stop anywhere in the valley! ⁴  Escape to the mountains or you will be destroyed!”

And the news of this spread throughout that region. ¹ 

I remove the guilt of your rebellious deeds as if they were a cloud, the guilt of your sins as if they were a cloud. ¹  Come back to me, for I protect ²  you.”

Why will your soldiers ¹  be defeated? ²  They will not stand because I, the Lord, will thrust ³  them down.

How long must the land be parched ¹  and the grass in every field be withered? How long ²  must the animals and the birds die because of the wickedness of the people who live in this land? ³  For these people boast, “God ⁴  will not see what happens to us.” ⁵ 

The Lord rules forever! ¹  The nations are driven out of his land. ² 

The waves ¹  of death engulfed me, the currents ²  of chaos ³  overwhelmed me. ⁴ 

By now a strong wind was blowing and the sea was getting rough.

He will not escape the darkness; ¹  a flame will wither his shoots and he will depart by the breath of God’s mouth. ² 

You threw me ¹  into the deep waters, ²  into the middle ³  of the sea; ⁴  the ocean current ⁵  engulfed ⁶  me; all the mighty waves ⁷  you sent ⁸  swept ⁹  over me.

and as they sailed he fell asleep. Now a violent windstorm ¹  came down on the lake, ²  and the boat ³  started filling up with water, and they were in danger.

The waves of death engulfed me; the currents ¹  of chaos ²  overwhelmed me. ³ 

I grind them as fine as the dust of the ground; I crush them and stomp on them like clay ¹  in the streets.

Then a breath of air ¹  passes ²  by my face; it makes ³  the hair of my flesh stand up.

men ¹  who were carried off ²  before their time, ³  when the flood ⁴  was poured out ⁵  on their foundations? ⁶ 

I grind them as fine windblown dust; ¹  I beat them underfoot ²  like clay ³  in the streets.

You bring their lives to an end and they “fall asleep.” ¹  In the morning they are like the grass that sprouts up;

because of your anger and raging fury. Indeed, ¹  you pick me up and throw me away.

My days are coming to an end, ¹  and I am withered like grass.