The sun and the moon stand still. They scatter at the light of your arrows, at the bright lightning of your spear.
You march through the earth with fury. You trample the nations in anger.
You go out to save your people, to save your anointed. You crush the leader of the wicked household, stripping him bare from head to toe. Selah
You pierce the leader of his gang with his own arrows. His soldiers come like a violent storm to scatter me. They are arrogant like those who secretly eat up the poor.
You march with your horses into the sea, into the mighty raging waters.
I have heard, so there's trembling within me. At the report my lips quivered. A rotten feeling has entered me. I tremble where I stand. I wait for the day of trouble to come to the people who will attack us.
Even if the fig tree does not bloom and the vines have no grapes, even if the olive tree fails to produce and the fields yield no food, even if the sheep pen is empty and the stalls have no cattle--
even then, I will be happy with the LORD. I will truly find joy in God, who saves me.
The LORD Almighty is my strength. He makes my feet like those of a deer. He makes me walk on the mountains. For the choir director; on stringed instruments.