Before him went the pestilence, And a burning flame 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 stood still in their habitation: at the light of thine arrows they went, and at the shining of thy glittering spear.

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

You went forth for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of your anointed. You crushed the head of the house of wickedness, laying bare [from the] foundation to the top.

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.