² Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,

³ Jehovah `is' a man of battle; Jehovah `is' His name.

¹³ Jehovah as a mighty one goeth forth. As a man of war He stirreth up zeal, He crieth, yea, He shrieketh, Against His enemies He showeth Himself mighty.

⁴¹ If I have sharpened the brightness of My sword, And My hand doth lay hold on judgment, I turn back vengeance to Mine adversaries, And to those hating Me -- I repay!

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 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.

⁴ With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler `is' His truth.

⁵ They are coming in from a land afar off, From the end of the heavens, Jehovah and the instruments of His indignation, To destroy all the land.