Psalm 118:12

“And the Amorites who lived in that hill country came out to meet you and pursued you as bees do and crushed you from Seir to Hormah.

And it was told to the Gazites, saying, “Samson has come here,” so they surrounded the place and lay in wait for him all night at the gate of the city. And they kept silent all night, saying, “Let us wait until the morning light; then we will kill him.”

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people Who all around have set themselves against me.

For by You I can run upon a troop; And by my God I can leap over a wall.

Before your pots can feel the fire of thorns He will sweep them away with a whirlwind, the living and the burning alike.

They have surrounded me like water all day long; They have encompassed me altogether.

Every morning I will destroy all the wicked of the land, To cut off from the city of Yahweh all the workers of iniquity.

For as the crackling sound of thorn bushes under a pot, So is the laughter of the fool; And this too is vanity.

Who brings forth the chariot and the horse, The military force and the mighty man; They will lie down together and not rise again; They have been extinguished and quenched like a wick: