8. Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers? Was thine anger against the rivers, Or thy wrath against the sea, That thou didst ride upon thy horses, Upon thy chariots of salvation?
9. Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
10. The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.
11. The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.
12. Thou didst march though the land in indignation; Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.
13. Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, For the salvation of thine anointed; Thou woundest the head out of the house of the wicked man, Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck.
14. Thou didst pierce with his own staves the head of his warriors: They came as a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
15. Thou didst tread the sea with thy horses, The heap of mighty waters.
16. I heard, and my body trembled, My lips quivered at the voice; Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place; Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble, For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.