I saw the tents of Cushan under distress, The tent curtains of the land of Midian were trembling.
Did the LORD rage against the rivers, Or was
Your anger against the rivers, Or was
Your rage against the sea, That You rode on Your horses, On Your chariots of salvation?
You removed Your bow from its holder,
The arrows of Your
word were sworn. Selah
You divided the earth with rivers.
The mountains saw You and
quaked; The downpour of waters swept by. The deep raised its voice, It lifted high its hands.
moon stood in their lofty places; They went away at the light of Your arrows, At the radiance of Your flashing spear.
In indignation You marched through the earth; In anger You trampled the nations.
You went forth for the salvation of Your people, For the salvation of Your anointed. You smashed the head of the house of evil To uncover him from
foot to neck. Selah
You pierced with his own arrows The head of his leaders. They stormed in to scatter us; Their arrogance was
like those Who devour the oppressed in secret.
You trampled on the sea with Your horses, On the foam of many waters.
I heard, and my inner parts trembled; At the sound, my lips quivered. Decay enters my bones, And in my place I tremble; Because I must wait quietly for the day of distress, For the people to arise who
will attack us.
Even if the fig tree does not blossom, And there is no fruit on the vines, If
the yield of the olive fails, And the fields produce no food, Even if
the flock disappears from the fold, And there are no cattle in the stalls,
Yet I will triumph in the LORD, I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.