Before him went the pestilence. And fiery bolts went forth at his feet.

Was your wrath burning against the rivers? were you angry with the sea, that you went on your horses, on your war-carriages of salvation?

The mountains saw thee, and they tembled, the water stream went away: the deep made a noise at the lifting up of thine hand.

The Sun and Moon remained still in their habitation. Thine arrows went out glistering, and thy spears as the shine of the lightning.

You went stepping through the land in wrath, crushing the nations in your passion.

Thou went forth for the salvation of thy people, for the salvation of thine anointed. Thou wound the head out of the house of the wicked man, laying bare the foundation even to the neck. Selah.

I listened and my stomach churned; the sound made my lips quiver. My frame went limp, as if my bones were decaying, and I shook as I tried to walk. I long for the day of distress to come upon the people who attack us.