Before him went disease, and flames went out 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?

At the light of your arrows they went away, at the shining of your polished spear.

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

You went out for the salvation of your people, for the salvation of the one on whom your holy oil was put; wounding the head of the family of the evil-doer, uncovering the base even to the neck. Selah.