Instead, you will put them to flight
when you aim your bow at their faces.

The Lord sat enthroned at the flood;
the Lord sits enthroned, King forever.

They looked and froze with fear;
they fled in terror.

I know every bird of the mountains,
and the creatures of the field are Mine.

For no fault of mine,
they run and take up a position.
Awake to help me, and take notice.

I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no footing;
I have come into deep waters,
and a flood sweeps over me.

May there be plenty of grain in the land;
may it wave on the tops of the mountains.
May its crops be like Lebanon.
May people flourish in the cities
like the grass of the field.

He killed their vines with hail
and their sycamore fig trees with a flood.

The boar from the forest tears it
and creatures of the field feed on it.

As for man, his days are like grass—
he blooms like a flower of the field;

At Your rebuke the waters fled;
at the sound of Your thunder they hurried away—

The sea looked and fled;
the Jordan turned back.

Why was it, sea, that you fled?
Jordan, that you turned back?

Praise Him with tambourine and dance;
praise Him with flute and strings.