Rays flashed from his hand.
And there is the hiding of his power.
He looked, and made the nations tremble.
The ancient mountains were shattered.
The age–old hills collapsed.
His ways are everlasting.
Was your anger against the rivers,
or your wrath against the sea,
that you rode on your horses,
on your chariots of salvation?
You called for your sworn arrows. Selah.
You split the earth with rivers.
The storm of waters passed by.
The deep roared
and lifted up its hands on high.
at the light of your arrows as they went,
at the shining of your glittering spear.
You threshed the nations in anger.
for the salvation of your anointed.
You crushed the head of the land of wickedness.
You stripped them head to foot. Selah.
with their own spears.
They came as a whirlwind to scatter me,
gloating as if to devour the wretched in secret.
churning mighty waters.
My lips quivered at the sound.
Rottenness enters into my bones,
and I tremble in my place,
because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,
for the coming up of the people who invade us.
nor fruit be in the vines,
the labor of the olive fails,
the fields yield no food,
the flocks are cut off from the fold,
and there is no herd in the stalls,
I will be joyful in the God of my salvation!
He makes my feet like deer’s feet,
and enables me to go in high places.For the music director, on my stringed instruments.