Your bow was made quite ready; Oaths were sworn over Your arrows. Selah You divided the earth with rivers.

The sun and moon stood still in their habitation; At the light of Your arrows they went, At the shining of Your glittering spear.

You thrust through with his own arrows The head of his villages. They came out like a whirlwind to scatter me; Their rejoicing was like feasting on the poor in secret.