7 Under sorrow I have seen tents of Cushan, Tremble do curtains of the land of Midian.
8 Against rivers hath Jehovah been wroth? Against rivers 'is' Thine anger? Against the sea 'is' Thy wrath? For Thou dost ride on Thy horses -- Thy chariots of salvation?
9 Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, 'Pause!' 'With' rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.
10 Seen thee -- pained are mountains, An inundation of waters hath passed over, Given forth hath the deep its voice, High its hands it hath lifted up.
11 Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.
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