Send forth the lightning, and thou wilt scatter them: send thine arrows, and thou wilt destroy them.
I will make mine arrows drunk with blood, And my sword shall eat flesh, From the blood of the wounded and the captivity, From the head of the enemy's leaders.
And he will set darkness round about him for booths, The gatherings of waters the darkness of clouds.
If he shall not turn back, he will sharpen his sword; he bent his bow and he will be prepared.
And Jehovah will thunder in the heavens, and the Most High will give his voice; hail and coals of fire.
For thou wilt set them the shoulder among thine being left, thou wilt prepare against their face.
Thine arrows being sharpened peoples shall fall under thee as the heart of the king's enemies.
The clouds poured out waters: the clouds gave a voice: also thine arrows will go about.