3 There arrows of the bow he brake,the shield, the sword, the war.
4 More glorious thou than hills of prey,more excellent art far.
5 Those that were stout of heart are spoil'd,they slept their sleep outright;And none of those their hands did find,that were the men of might.
6 When thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,had forth against them past,Their horses and their chariots bothwere in a dead sleep cast.
7 Thou, Lord, ev'n thou art he that shouldbe fear'd; and who is heThat may stand up before thy sight,if once thou angry be?
8 From heav'n thou judgment caus'd be heard;the earth was still with fear,
9 When God to judgment rose, to saveall meek on earth that were.