2  O Lord, ^xI have heard the report of you,

and ^yyour work, O Lord, do I fear.

In the midst of the years ^zrevive it;

in the midst of the years make it known;

^ain wrath remember mercy.

3  God came from ^bTeman,

^cand the Holy One from Mount Paran. Selah

His splendor covered the heavens,

and the earth was full of his praise.

4  ^dHis brightness was like the light;

rays flashed from his hand;

and there he veiled his power.

5  ^eBefore him went pestilence,

and plague followed ^fat his heels.¹

6  He stood ^gand measured the earth;

he looked and shook the nations;

then the ^heternal mountains ⁱwere scattered;

the everlasting hills sank low.

His were ^jthe everlasting ways.

7  I saw the tents of ^kCushan in affliction;

^lthe curtains of the land of Midian did tremble.

8  ^mWas your wrath against the rivers, O Lord?

Was your anger against the rivers,

^mor your indignation against the sea,

ⁿwhen you rode on your horses,

ⁿon your chariot of salvation?

9  You stripped the sheath from your bow,

calling for many arrows.² Selah

^pYou split the earth with rivers.

10  ^qThe mountains saw you and writhed;

the raging waters swept on;

^rthe deep gave forth its voice;

^sit lifted its hands on high.

11  ^tThe sun and moon stood still in their place

^uat the light of your arrows as they sped,

at the flash of your glittering spear.

12  ^vYou marched through the earth in fury;

^wyou threshed the nations in anger.

13  ^vYou went out for the salvation of your people,

for the salvation of ^xyour anointed.

^yYou crushed the head of the house of the wicked,

laying him bare from thigh to neck.³ Selah

14  You pierced with his own arrows the heads of his warriors,

who came like a whirlwind to scatter me,

rejoicing as if to devour the poor in secret.

15  ^zYou trampled the sea with your horses,

the surging of mighty waters.

16  ^aI hear, and ^bmy body trembles;

my lips quiver at the sound;

^crottenness enters into my bones;

my legs tremble beneath me.

Yet ^dI will quietly wait for the day of trouble

to come upon people who invade us.

17  Though the fig tree should not blossom,

nor fruit be on the vines,

the produce of the olive fail

and the fields yield no food,

the flock be cut off from the fold

and there be no herd in the stalls,

18  ^eyet I will rejoice in the Lord;

^fI will take joy in the God of my salvation.

19  God, the Lord, is my strength;

^ghe makes my feet like the deer’s;

he makes me ^htread on my ⁱhigh places.

^jTo the choirmaster: with ^kstringed¹ instruments.