His lightning lights up the world;
the earth sees and trembles.

He gave them hail for rain,
and lightning throughout their land.

He causes the clouds to rise from the ends of the earth.
He makes lightning for the rain
and brings the wind from His storehouses.

Flash Your lightning and scatter the foe;
shoot Your arrows and rout them.

lightning and hail, snow and cloud,
powerful wind that executes His command,

He shot His arrows and scattered them;
He hurled lightning bolts and routed them.

The sound of Your thunder was in the whirlwind;
lightning lit up the world.
The earth shook and quaked.

He handed over their livestock to hail
and their cattle to lightning bolts.

He wore cursing like his coat—
let it enter his body like water
and go into his bones like oil.

However, you will die like men
and fall like any other ruler.”

Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb,
and all their tribal leaders like Zebah and Zalmunna,

Make them like tumbleweed, my God,
like straw before the wind.

Lord, there is no one like You among the gods,
and there are no works like Yours.

For in Your sight a thousand years
are like yesterday that passes by,
like a few hours of the night.

The righteous thrive like a palm tree
and grow like a cedar tree in Lebanon.

For my days vanish like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.

I am like a desert owl,
like an owl among the ruins.

My days are like a lengthening shadow,
and I wither away like grass.

They will perish, but You will endure;
all of them will wear out like clothing.
You will change them like a garment,
and they will pass away.

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

Let it be like a robe he wraps around himself,
like a belt he always wears.

I fade away like a lengthening shadow;
I am shaken off like a locust.

The mountains skipped like rams,
the hills, like lambs.

Mountains, that you skipped like rams?
Hills, like lambs?

They surrounded me like bees;
they were extinguished like a fire among thorns;
in the name of Yahweh I destroyed them.

Like a servant’s eyes on his master’s hand,
like a servant girl’s eyes on her mistress’s hand,
so our eyes are on the Lord our God
until He shows us favor.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine
within your house,
your sons, like young olive trees
around your table.

Instead, I have calmed and quieted myself
like a little weaned child with its mother;
I am like a little child.

Man is like a breath;
his days are like a passing shadow.

Then our sons will be like plants
nurtured in their youth,
our daughters, like corner pillars
that are carved in the palace style.

He spreads snow like wool;
He scatters frost like ashes;

The wicked are not like this;
instead, they are like chaff that the wind blows away.

They are like a lion eager to tear,
like a young lion lurking in ambush.

I pulverize them like dust before the wind;
I trample them like mud in the streets.

It is like a groom coming from the bridal chamber;
it rejoices like an athlete running a course.