How happy art thou, O Israel! Who is like unto thee, O people victorious in Yahweh? Thy helpful shield, who also is thy majestic sword, - So that thy foes come cringing unto thee, And, thou, upon their heights, dost march along.

O Yahweh! When thou didst come forth out of Seir, When thou didst march along out of the field of Edom, Earth, trembled, Heaven also, poured forth, - Yea, dark clouds, poured forth waters;

The torrent of Kishon, swept them away, the torrent of olden times, the torrent of Kishon! Let my soul march along, with victorious strength!

He hath drawn it out, and it hath come forth out of his back, - yea the flashing arrow-head, out of his gall, There shall march on him - terrors:

Pleasant to him are the mounds of the torrent-bed, - and, after him, doth every man march, as, before him, there were without number.

On every side, the lawless, march about, - when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.

Righteousness, before him, shall march long, - That he may make, into a way, the steps of its feet.

How happy are the people who know the joyful sound! O Yahweh! in the light of thy countenance, shall they firmly march along;

In the way of righteousness, I march along, in the middle of the paths of justice:

Fury, have I none, - Oh that there were delivered to me briars and thorns, in battle! I would march in among them I would set fire to them one and all.

No more, is the praise of Moab, In Heshbon, have they devised against her, calamity, Come, and let us cut her off from being a nation, - Even thou, Madmen also, shalt be silenced, After thee, shall march the sword.

Like heroes, shall they run, like men of war, shall they mount a wall, - and, every one - along his own road, shall they march along, and shall not change their paths;

Nor, against each other, shall they strike, Each - on his own highway, shall they march, - though, in among the weapons, they fall, they shall not stop.

For lo! Yahweh, coming forth out of his place, - that he may descend, and march along upon the high places of the earth.

Yahweh, My Lord, is my strength, therefore hath he made my feet like hinds, and, upon my high places, will he cause me to march along. To the chief musician, on my double harp.

And I will make them mighty in Yahweh, and, in his name, shall they march to and fro, - Declareth Yahweh.

And, even thou, child, prophet of the Most High, shalt be called, - for thou shall march on before the Lord, to prepare his ways,

I see One, who is not now, I observe One, who is not nigh, - There hath marched forth a Star out of Jacob. And arisen a Sceptre out of Israel, That hath dishonoured the beard of Mesh, Yea the crown of the head of all the tumultuous;

Ravenous beasts have not made a track thereof, neither hath the lion marched thereon:

And, the liers in wait, hasted, and rushed upon Gibeah, - and the liers in wait marched forward, and smote all the city with the edge of the sword.

If I looked at the sun, when it flashed forth light, or at the moon, majestically marching along;

And it shall be, when thou shalt hear a sound of marching in the tops of the mulberry-trees, then, shalt thou act with decision, - for, then, will Yahweh have gone forth before thee, to smite the host of the Philistines.

Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, - The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.

And Yahweh, will devote to destruction, the gulf of the Egyptian sea, And will brandish his hand against the River, in the full force of his spirit, - And will smite it in the seven streams And cause a marching through in sandals,

Who is this coming in from Edom With bright-red garments, from Bozrah? This made splendid in his raiment, Marching on in the greatness of his strength? I, speaking in righteousness, Mighty to save.

and it shall be, when thou hearest a sound of marching in the tops of the mulberry-trees, then, shalt thou go forth into the battle, - for God will have gone forth before thee, to smite the host of the Philistines.