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
14 You pierced his head with your shafts;his princes you scattered with your stormwind,as food for the poor in unknown places.