| 8 | Was thy wrath against the rivers, O LORD? Was thy anger against the rivers, or thy indignation against the sea, when thou didst ride upon thy horses, upon thy chariot of victory? |
| 9 | Thou didst strip the sheath from thy bow, and put the arrows to the string. Selah Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers. |
| 10 | The mountains saw thee, and writhed; the raging waters swept on; the deep gave forth its voice, it lifted its hands on high. |
| 11 | The sun and moon stood still in their habitation at the light of thine arrows as they sped, at the flash of thy glittering spear. |
| 12 | Thou didst bestride the earth in fury, thou didst trample the nations in anger. |
| 13 | Thou wentest forth for the salvation of thy people, for the salvation of thy anointed. Thou didst crush the head of the wicked, laying him bare from thigh to neck. Selah |
| 14 | Thou didst pierce with thy shafts the head of his warriors, who came like a whirlwind to scatter me, rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret. |
| 15 | Thou didst trample the sea with thy horses, the surging of mighty waters. |
| 16 | I hear, and my body trembles, my lips quiver at the sound; rottenness enters into my bones, my steps totter beneath me. I will quietly wait for the day of trouble to come upon people who invade us. |
| 17 | Though the fig tree do not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines, the produce of the olive fail and the fields yield no food, the flock be cut off from the fold and there be no herd in the stalls, |
| 18 | yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation. |
| 19 | GOD, the Lord, is my strength; he makes my feet like hinds' feet, he makes me tread upon my high places. To the choirmaster: with stringed instruments. |