Cast forth thy lightning, scatter them; thine arrows shoot, them rout.
Thine arrows sharply pierce the heart of th' en'mies of the King; And under thy subjection the people down do bring.
Thou therefore shalt make them turn back, when thou thy shafts shalt place Upon thy strings, made ready all to fly against their face.
The waters' channels then were seen, the world's foundations vast At thy rebuke discover'd were, and at thy nostrils' blast.
So their own tongue shall them confound; all who them see shall fly.