² Lord, as I listen to what has been said about you,
    I am afraid.
Lord, revive your work throughout all of our lives—
    reveal yourself^[b] throughout all of our lives—
when you^[c] are angry,
    remember compassion.

³ God comes from Teman^[d]—
    the Holy One from Mount Paran.^[e]
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His glory spreads throughout the heavens,
    and praises about him fill the earth.
⁴ His radiance is like sunlight;
    beams of light shine^[f] from his hand,
        where his strength lays hidden.
⁵ Before him pestilence walks,
    and disease follows behind him.^[g]

⁶ He stood up and shook the land;
    with his stare he startled the nations.
The age-old mountains were shattered,
    and the ancient hilltops bowed down.

His ways are eternal.

⁷ I saw the tents of Cushan in distress,
    and the tent curtains of the land of Midian in anguish.
⁸ Was the Lord displeased with the rivers?
    Was your anger directed^[h] against the watercourses
        or your wrath against the sea?
Indeed, you rode upon your horses,
    upon your chariots of deliverance.
⁹ Your bow was exposed,
    and your^[i] arrows targeted by command.
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        You split the earth with rivers.
¹⁰ When the mountains looked upon you, they trembled;
    the overflowing water passed by,
the ocean shouted,
    and its waves^[j] surged upward.
¹¹ The sun and moon stand still in their orbits;
    at the glint of your arrows they speed along,
        even at the gleam of your flashing spear.
¹² You march through the land in righteous^[k] indignation;
    you tread down the nations in anger.
¹³ You marched out to deliver your people,
    to deliver with your anointed.
You struck the head of the house of the wicked;
    you stripped him naked from head to foot.
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¹⁴ With his own lances you pierced the heads of his warriors,
    who came out like a windstorm to scatter us^[l]—
        their joy is to devour the afflicted who are in hiding.
¹⁵ You rode on the sea with your horses,
    even riding^[m] the crested waves of mighty waters.

Nevertheless, I await the day of distress
    that will dawn on our invaders.

¹⁷ Even though the fig tree does not blossom,
    and there are no grapes on the vines;
even if the olive harvest fails,
    and the fields produce nothing edible;
even if the flock is snatched from the sheepfold,
    and there is no herd in the stalls—
¹⁸ as for me, I will rejoice in the Lord.
    I will find my joy in the God who delivers me.
¹⁹ The Lord God is my strength—
    he will make my feet like those of a deer,
        equipping me to tread on my mountain heights.