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God comes from Teman,
    the Holy One from Mount Paran.
His radiance covers the heavens,
    and with his glory the earth is filled.
His splendor is like that of the sunrise;
    rays shine forth from his hand
    where his power lies hidden.
Pestilence goes before him,
    and plague follows close behind.
When he stands up, the earth trembles;
    at his glance the nations panic.
The eternal mountains are shattered;
    along his ancient pathways,
    the age-old hills bow down.
The tents of the Ethiopians are in distress;
    the dwellings of the land of Midian are trembling.
Are you angry with the rivers, O Lord?
    Or is your wrath directed against the streams,
    or your rage against the sea,
that your horses are mounted
    and you drive your chariots to victory?
You uncover your bow
    and fill your quiver with arrows;
    into rivers you split the earth.
10 At the sight of you the mountains tremble;
    a torrent of water rushes by
    and the ocean thunders aloud.
11 At the glint of your flying arrows
    and the gleam of your flashing spear,
the sun forgets to rise
    and the moon remains motionless in the heavens.
12 In fury you stride across the earth;
    in anger you trample the nations.
13 You go forth to deliver your people,
    to save your anointed one.
You shatter the house of the wicked,
    laying bare its foundations to the bedrock.
14 You pierced with your arrows
    the leader of those warriors
who stormed toward us like a whirlwind,
    ready to devour the wretched who were in hiding.
15 You trampled the sea with your horses,
    churning the mighty abyss.

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