Bible Verses

You trample the waters with your horses amid the churn of the great seas.

You pierce his warriors with your shafts, who arrive like a whirlwind to scatter us in joy, to quietly devour the wretched quietly.

You come out to redeem your people, to save your anointed one; you crush the head of the wicked, you lay him bare from head to foot.

You stride across the earth in wrath, trampling the nations in rage.

The sun and moon stand still at the glint of your flying arrows, at the gleam of your flashing spears.

At your sight, the mountains twist. Torrents of water rage by, the deep roaring, lifting its waves high.

You bare and prepare your bow, and set your arrow upon it. With rivers, you split the earth.

Was your anger against the rivers, Lord? Was your rage aimed at the sea that you drive your steeds with your unbreakable chariots?

I saw the tents of Cushan in trouble, the pavilions of Midian in pain.

He stands, and the earth sways; he looks, and the nations tremble. The ancient mountains fall apart, the time-honored hills break down.