¹¹ When thou with rebukes dost correct man for iniquity, thou makest his beauty to consume away like a moth: surely every man is vanity. Selah.

⁶ At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, both the chariot and horse are cast into a dead sleep.

¹² And the people shall be as the burnings of lime: as thorns cut up shall they be burned in the fire.