3 There he broke the flaming arrows of the bow, The shield, and the sword, and the weapons of war. Selah.
4 Glorious are you, and excellent, More than mountains of game.
5 Valiant men lie plundered, They have slept their last sleep. None of the men of war can lift their hands.
6 At your rebuke, God of Jacob, Both chariot and horse are cast into a deep sleep.
7 You, even you, are to be feared. Who can stand in your sight when you are angry?
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