⁶ Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

²³ I gather upon them evils, Mine arrows I consume upon them.

⁴² I make drunk Mine arrows with blood, And My sword devoureth flesh, From the blood of the pierced and captive, From the head of the freemen of the enemy.

¹² And He setteth darkness Round about Him -- tabernacles, Darkness of waters -- thick clouds of the skies.

¹³ From the brightness before Him Were brands of fire kindled!

¹⁴ Thunder from the heavens doth Jehovah, And the Most High giveth forth His voice.

¹⁵ And He sendeth forth arrows, And scattereth them; Lightning, and troubleth them;

¹² If `one' turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,

¹³ Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

¹³ And thunder in the heavens doth Jehovah, And the Most High giveth forth His voice, Hail and coals of fire.

¹⁴ And He sendeth His arrows and scattereth them, And much lightning, and crusheth them.

¹² For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

⁵ Thine arrows `are' sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

¹⁷ Poured out waters have thick clouds, The skies have given forth a noise, Also -- Thine arrows go up and down.

¹⁸ The voice of Thy thunder `is' in the spheres, Lightnings have lightened the world, The earth hath trembled, yea, it shaketh.