Hurl bolts of lightning, and scatter them. Shoot your arrows, and throw them into confusion.
Then the ocean floor could be seen. The foundations of the earth were laid bare at your stern warning, O Lord, at the blast of the breath from your nostrils.
They turn their backs ⌞and flee⌟ because you aim your bow at their faces.
Your arrows are sharp in the heart of the king’s enemies. Nations fall beneath you.
They will trip over their own tongues. Everyone who sees them will shake his head.
I will bring one disaster after another on them. I will use up all my arrows on them.
My arrows will drip with blood from those who were killed and taken captive. My sword will cut off the heads of the enemy who vowed to fight.