God does not restrain His anger; the helpers of Rahab cower beneath Him.
By His power He stirred the sea; by His understanding He shattered Rahab.
You crushed Rahab like a carcass; You scattered Your enemies with Your mighty arm.
Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of the LORD. Wake up as in days past, as in generations of old. Was it not You who
Egypt’s help is futile and empty; therefore I have called her Rahab Who Sits Still.
But He gives us more grace. This is why it says: “God opposes the proud, but gives grace to the humble.”
Yet He too is wise and brings disaster; He does not call back His words. He will rise up against the house of the wicked
Do you have an arm like God’s? Can you thunder with a voice like His?