For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

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

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

And God doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,

Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

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.

For arrows of the Mighty [are] with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves [for] me!

He hath trodden His bow, And setteth me up as a mark for an arrow.

He hath caused to enter into my reins The sons of His quiver.

Sun -- moon -- hath stood -- a habitation, At the light thine arrows go on, At the brightness, the glittering of thy spear.

Thou hast gone forth for the salvation of Thy people, For salvation with Thine anointed, Thou hast smitten the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation unto the neck. Pause!

since [it is] a righteous thing with God to give back to those troubling you -- trouble,

and they were crying with a great voice, saying, 'Till when, O Master, the Holy and the True, dost Thou not judge and take vengeance of our blood from those dwelling upon the land?'

because blood of saints and prophets they did pour out, and blood to them Thou didst give to drink, for they are worthy;'