^{3 Ref} There he brake the arrows of the bow; The shield, and the sword, and the battle. Selah

^{4 Ref} Glorious art thou `and' excellent, From the mountains of prey.

^{5 Ref} The stouthearted are made a spoil, They have slept their sleep; And none of the men of might have found their hands.

^{6 Ref} At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Both chariot and horse are cast into a deep sleep.