2. In Salem is his tabernacle,in Sion is his seat.
3. There arrows of the bow he brake,the shield, the sword, the war.
4. More glorious thou than hills of prey,more excellent art far.
5. Those that were stout of heart are spoil'd,they slept their sleep outright;And none of those their hands did find,that were the men of might.
6. When thy rebuke, O Jacob's God,had forth against them past,Their horses and their chariots bothwere in a dead sleep cast.
7. Thou, Lord, ev'n thou art he that shouldbe fear'd; and who is heThat may stand up before thy sight,if once thou angry be?