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

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

⁶ because blood of saints and prophets they did pour out, and blood to them Thou didst give to drink, for they are worthy;'

¹⁰ and they were crying with a great voice, saying, `Till when, O Master, the Holy and the True, dost Thou not judge and take vengeance of our blood from those dwelling upon the land?'

⁶ since `it is' a righteous thing with God to give back to those troubling you -- trouble,

¹³ Thou hast gone forth for the salvation of Thy people, For salvation with Thine anointed, Thou hast smitten the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation unto the neck. Pause!

¹¹ Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.

¹² He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

¹³ He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

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

⁷ And God doth shoot them `with' an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

³ Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

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

² For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

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.

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