The brightness was like the sun; rays came forth from his hand, where his power lay hidden.
Before him went pestilence, and plague followed close behind.
He stopped and shook the earth; he looked and made the nations tremble. The eternal mountains were shattered; along his ancient pathways the everlasting hills sank low.
I saw the tents of Cushan under affliction; the tent-curtains of the land of Midian trembled.
Was your wrath against the rivers, O Lord? Or your anger against the rivers, or your rage against the sea, when you drove your horses, your chariots to victory?
You brandished your naked bow, sated were the arrows at your command. (Selah) You split the earth with rivers.
The mountains saw you, and writhed; a torrent of water swept by; the deep gave forth its voice. The sun raised high its hands;
the moon stood still in its exalted place, at the light of your arrows speeding by, at the gleam of your flashing spear.
In fury you trod the earth, in anger you trampled nations.
You came forth to save your people, to save your anointed. You crushed the head of the wicked house, laying it bare from foundation to roof. (Selah)