And thunder in the heavens doth Jehovah, And the Most High giveth forth His voice, Hail and coals of fire.

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

Poured out waters have thick clouds, The skies have given forth a noise, Also -- Thine arrows go up and down.

The voice of Thy thunder [is] in the spheres, Lightnings have lightened the world, The earth hath trembled, yea, it shaketh.

And He setteth darkness Round about Him -- tabernacles, Darkness of waters -- thick clouds of the skies.

Thunder from the heavens doth Jehovah, And the Most High giveth forth His voice.

If [one] turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

Thine arrows [are] sharp, -- Peoples fall under Thee -- In the heart of the enemies of the king.

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

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.