If he be pleased to contend with him, He cannot answer him one of a thousand.
If I sin, then thou markest me, And thou wilt not acquit me from mine iniquity.
For in the hand of Jehovah there is a cup, and the wine foameth; It is full of mixture, and he poureth out of the same: Surely the dregs thereof, all the wicked of the earth shall drain them, and drink them.
I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.
Who can stand before his indignation? and who can abide in the fierceness of his anger? his wrath is poured out like fire, and the rocks are broken asunder by him.
But who can abide the day of his coming? and who shall stand when he appeareth? for he is like a refiner's fire, and like fuller's soap:
for the great day of their wrath is come; and who is able to stand?