7 The tents of Cushan trembled,the pavilions of the land of Midian.
8 Was your anger against the rivers, O Lord?your wrath against the rivers,your rage against the sea, That you mounted your steeds,your victorious chariot?
9 You readied your bow,you filled your bowstring with arrows.SelahYou split the earth with rivers;
10 at the sight of you the mountains writhed.The clouds poured down water;the deep roared loudly.The sun forgot to rise,
11 the moon left its lofty station,At the light of your flying arrows,at the gleam of your flashing spear.
12 In wrath you marched on the earth,in fury you trampled the nations.
13 You came forth to save your people,to save your anointed one.You crushed the back of the wicked,you laid him bare, bottom to neck.Selah