8
Wast thou angry, O Lord, with the rivers? or thy wrath against the rivers, or thine anger against the sea? for thou wilt mount on thine horses, and thy chariots are salvation.
9
Surely thou didst bend they bow at scepters, saith the Lord. Pause. The land of rivers shall be torn asunder.
10
The nations shall see thee and be in pain, divide the moving waters: the deep uttered her voice, and raised her form on high.
11
The sun was exalted, and the moon stood still in her course: thy darts shall go forth at the light, at the brightness of the gleaming of thine arms.
12
Thou wilt bring low the land with threatening, and in wrath thou wilt break down the nations.
The Brenton translation of the Septuagint is in the public domain.