¹⁸ I bude horlivou milostí zažžen Hospodin k zemi své, a slituje se nad lidem svým.

¹⁰ The mountains saw you, and were afraid. The storm of waters passed by. The deep roared and lifted up its hands on high.

¹¹ The sun and moon stood still in the sky, at the light of your arrows as they went, at the shining of your glittering spear.