12 Who said, "Let us possess for ourselves The pastures of God."
13 O my God, make them like the whirling dust, Like chaff before the wind.
14 Like fire that burns the forest And like a flame that sets the mountains on fire,
15 So pursue them with Your tempest And terrify them with Your storm.
16 Fill their faces with dishonor, That they may seek Your name, O Lord.
17 Let them be ashamed and dismayed forever, And let them be humiliated and perish,
18 That they may know that You alone, whose name is the Lord, Are the Most High over all the earth.