“Their horses are swifter than leopards
And keener than wolves in the evening.
Their horsemen come galloping,
Their horsemen come from afar;
They fly like an eagle swooping down to devour.

“All of them come for violence.
Their horde of faces moves forward.
They collect captives like sand.

“Then they will sweep through like the wind and pass on.
But they will be held guilty,
They whose strength is their god.”

Why have You made men like the fish of the sea,
Like creeping things without a ruler over them?

“Furthermore, wine betrays the haughty man,
So that he does not stay at home.
He enlarges his appetite like Sheol,
And he is like death, never satisfied.
He also gathers to himself all nations
And collects to himself all peoples.

His radiance is like the sunlight;
He has rays flashing from His hand,
And there is the hiding of His power.

You pierced with his own spears
The head of his throngs.
They stormed in to scatter us;
Their exultation was like those
Who devour the oppressed in secret.

The Lord God is my strength,
And He has made my feet like hinds’ feet,
And makes me walk on my high places.
For the choir director, on my stringed instruments.