Thine arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under thee; They are in the heart of the king's enemies.
Thine arrows are sharp in the heart of the king's enemies; Whereby the people fall under thee.
Your arrows are sharp; the peoples fall under You; Your darts pierce the hearts of the King's enemies.
Thine arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under thee; They are in the heart of the king’s enemies.
Let the peoples fall beneath you. May your sharp arrows pierce the hearts of the king’s enemies.
The frenzy of the river rejoices the city of God. The Most High has sanctified his tabernacle.
The stream of the river maketh the city of God joyful: the most High hath sanctified his own tabernacle.