Glorious are you, more majestic
    (A)than the mountains full of (B)prey.
(C)The stouthearted were stripped of their spoil;
    (D)they sank into sleep;
all the men of war
    were unable to use their hands.
At your rebuke, O God of Jacob,
    both (E)rider and horse lay stunned.

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Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.

The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep: and none of the men of might have found their hands.

At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, both the chariot and horse are cast into a dead sleep.

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You are radiant with light,(A)
    more majestic than mountains rich with game.
The valiant(B) lie plundered,
    they sleep their last sleep;(C)
not one of the warriors
    can lift his hands.
At your rebuke,(D) God of Jacob,
    both horse and chariot(E) lie still.

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