You terrified the nations with your battle cry; you destroyed the wicked; you permanently wiped out all memory of them.

The depths of the sea were exposed; the inner regions of the world were uncovered by your battle cry, Lord, by the powerful breath from your nose.

Sound your battle cry against the wild beast of the reeds, and the nations that assemble like a herd of calves led by bulls! They humble themselves and offer gold and silver as tribute. God scatters the nations that like to do battle.

At the sound of your battle cry, O God of Jacob, both rider and horse "fell asleep."