² O Jehovah, I have heard ^[a]the report of thee, and ^[b]am afraid:
O Jehovah, revive thy work in the midst of the years;
In the midst of the years make it known;
In wrath remember mercy.
³ God ^[c]came from Teman,
And the Holy One from mount Paran. Selah
His glory covered the heavens,
And the earth was full of his praise.
⁴ And his brightness was as the light;
He had ^[d]rays coming forth ^[e]from his hand;
And there was the hiding of his power.
⁵ Before him went the pestilence,
And ^[f]fiery bolts went forth at his feet.
⁶ He stood, and ^[g]measured the earth;
He beheld, and drove asunder the nations;
And the eternal mountains were scattered;
The everlasting hills did bow;
^[h]His goings were as of old.
⁷ I saw the tents of Cushan in affliction;
The curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.
⁸ Was Jehovah displeased with the rivers?
Was thine anger against the rivers,
Or thy wrath against the sea,
That thou didst ride upon thy horses,
Upon thy chariots of salvation?
⁹ Thy bow was made quite bare;
^[i]The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. Selah
Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
¹⁰ The mountains saw thee, and ^[j]were afraid;
The tempest of waters passed by;
The deep uttered its voice,
And lifted up its hands on high.
¹¹ The sun and moon stood still in their habitation,
At the light of thine arrows as they went,
At the shining of thy glittering spear.
¹² Thou didst march through the land in indignation;
Thou didst thresh the nations in anger.
¹³ Thou ^[k]wentest forth for the salvation of thy people,
^[l]For the salvation of thine anointed;
^[m]Thou ^[n]woundest the head out of the house of the wicked man,
Laying bare the foundation even unto the neck. Selah
¹⁴ Thou ^[o]didst pierce with his own staves the head of his ^[p]warriors:
They came as a whirlwind to scatter me;
Their rejoicing was as to devour the poor secretly.
¹⁵ Thou ^[q]didst tread the sea with thy horses,
The ^[r]heap of mighty waters.

¹⁶ I heard, and my body trembled,
My lips quivered at the voice;
Rottenness entereth into my bones, and I tremble in my place;
Because I must wait quietly for the day of trouble,
^[s]For the coming up of the people that invadeth us.
¹⁷ For though the fig-tree shall not flourish,
Neither shall fruit be in the vines;
The labor of the olive shall fail,
And the fields shall yield no food;
The flock shall be cut off from the fold,
And there shall be no herd in the stalls:
¹⁸ Yet I will rejoice in Jehovah,
I will joy in the God of my salvation.
¹⁹ Jehovah, the Lord, is my strength;
And he maketh my feet like hinds’ feet,
And will make me to walk upon my high places.

For the Chief Musician, on my stringed instruments.