4Bright art Thou, honourable above hills of prey.
5Spoiled themselves have the mighty of heart, They have slept their sleep, And none of the men of might found their hands.
6From Thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Both rider and horse have been fast asleep.
7Thou, fearful art Thou, And who doth stand before Thee, Since Thou hast been angry!
8From heaven Thou hast sounded judgment, Earth hath feared, and hath been still,