8 O Lord, were You displeased with the rivers,Was Your anger against the rivers,Was Your wrath against the sea,That You rode on Your horses,Your chariots of salvation?
9 Your bow was made quite ready;Oaths were sworn over Your arrows.SelahYou divided the earth with rivers.
10 The mountains saw You and trembled;The overflowing of the water passed by.The deep uttered its voice,And lifted its hands on high.
11 The sun and moon stood still in their habitation;At the light of Your arrows they went,At the shining of Your glittering spear.
12 You marched through the land in indignation;You trampled the nations in anger.
13 You went forth for the salvation of Your people,For salvation with Your Anointed.You struck the head from the house of the wicked,By laying bare from foundation to neck.Selah
14 You thrust through with his own arrowsThe head of his villages.They came out like a whirlwind to scatter me;Their rejoicing was like feasting on the poor in secret.