2O Lord, I have heard of your renown,

and I stand in awe, O Lord, of your work.

In our own time revive it;

in our own time make it known;

in wrath may you remember mercy.*

3God came from Teman,

the Holy One from Mount Paran.   Selah

His glory covered the heavens,

and the earth was full of his praise.*

4The brightness was like the sun;

rays came forth from his hand,

where his power lay hidden.*

5Before him went pestilence,

and plague followed close behind.*

6He stopped and shook the earth;

he looked and made the nations tremble.

The eternal mountains were shattered;

along his ancient pathways

the everlasting hills sank low.*

7I saw the tents of Cushan under affliction;

the tent curtains of the land of Midian trembled.

8Was your wrath against the rivers,g O Lord,

or your anger against the riversh

or your rage against the sea,i

when you drove your horses,

your chariots to victory?*

9You brandished your naked bow;

satedj were the arrows at your command.k   Selah

You split the earth with rivers.*

10The mountains saw you and writhed;

a torrent of water swept by;

the deep gave forth its voice.

The sun raised high its hands;*

11the moon stood still in its exalted place,

at the light of your arrows speeding by,

at the gleam of your flashing spear.*

12In fury you marched on the earth;

in anger you trampled nations.*

13You came forth to save your people,

to save your anointed.

You crushed the head of the wicked house,

laying it bare from foundation to roof.l   Selah*

14You pierced with theirm own arrows the head of his warriors,n

who came like a whirlwind to scatter us,o

gloating as if ready to devour the poor who were in hiding.

15You trampled the sea with your horses,

churning the mighty waters.*

16I hear, and I tremble within;

my lips quiver at the sound.

Rottenness enters into my bones,

and my steps tremblep beneath me.

I wait quietly for the day of calamity

to come upon the people who attack us.*

17Though the fig tree does not blossom

and no fruit is on the vines;

though the produce of the olive fails

and the fields yield no food;

though the flock is cut off from the fold

and there is no herd in the stalls,*

18yet I will rejoice in the Lord;

I will exult in the God of my salvation.*

19God, the Lord, is my strength;

he makes my feet like the feet of a deer

and makes me tread upon the heights.q

To the leader: with stringedr instruments.*