¹³ Although the peoples roar^(A) like the roar of surging waters,
    when he rebukes^(B) them they flee^(C) far away,
driven before the wind like chaff^(D) on the hills,
    like tumbleweed before a gale.^(E)

“Rise up,^(A) Lord!
    May your enemies be scattered;^(B)
    may your foes flee before you.^(C)”^(D)