The heathen thou rebuked hast, the wicked overthrown; Thou hast put out their names, that they may never more be known.
To execute the vengeance due upon the heathen all, And make deserved punishment upon the people fall.
Why say the heathen, Where's their God? let him to them be known; When those who shed thy servants' blood are in our sight o'erthrown.
The nations of Canaan, by his almighty hand, Before their face he did expel out of their native land; Which for inheritance to them by line he did divide, And made the tribes of Israel within their tents abide.
Cutt'st off that liars be: The bloody and deceitful man abhorred is by thee.
Why rage the heathen? and vain things why do the people mind?
If he do not return again, then he his sword will whet; His bow he hath already bent, and hath it ready set: