Excurses - Edom
Edom
Lord is angry at the nations;
His wrath will come upon their armies
Mountains shall dew in blood
Stars of heaven dissolved
The sky rolled up like a scroll
The starry hosts shall fall
The sword bathed in blood
Covered in fat
A great slaughter of Edom
To the death of a city
To hate God, deny creation
No god's salvation
Could stop the suffering
Edom's streams turned to a pitch,
dust to sulfur, never to be quenched.
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