7. I see the tents of Cushan in distress;the tent curtains of the land of Midian tremble.
8. Are You angry at the rivers, Lord?Is Your wrath against the rivers?Or is Your rage against the seawhen You ride on Your horses,Your victorious chariot?
9. You took the sheath from Your bow;the arrows are ready to be used with an oath. SelahYou split the earth with rivers.
10. The mountains see You and shudder; a downpour of water sweeps by.The deep roars with its voice and lifts its waves high.
11. Sun and moon stand still in their lofty residence, at the flash of Your flying arrows,at the brightness of Your shining spear.
12. You march across the earth with indignation;You trample down the nations in wrath.
13. You come out to save Your people, to save Your anointed. You crush the leader of the house of the wickedand strip him from foot to neck.Selah
14. You pierce his headwith his own spears;his warriors storm out to scatter us,gloating as if ready to secretly devour the weak.