lord of hosts exalted in judgement the lambs feed after their manner god is holy all the strangers sit down and eat woe unto them vanity s unbelieving in the judgement seat them that say let him make speed and hasten to his work that we may see it woe unto them their light for darkness their bitter for sweet hiss hiss who justifies and frees the guilty for a bribe as the tongue devours the stubble as the dry grass sinks down in the flame and dies as the bees are hissed from out their hives look he lifts up a signal to the hostiles from afar he will hiss for them from the ends of the earth behold they come they come swiftly swiftly none is weary or stumbles among them none slumbers or sleeps arrows sharp all bows are bent their horses hooves look like flint their whirring wheels like a whirlwind wild from afar the roaring sea child like a churning of the foaming sea that s the way it looks to me that s the way it looks to me darkness and distress woe unto them their light for darkness woe unto them this bitter for sweet