CAB(i)
8 Were You angry, O Lord, with the rivers? Or was Your wrath against the rivers, or Your anger against the sea? For You will mount on Your horses, and Your chariots are salvation.
9 Surely you bent your bow at scepters, says the Lord. Pause. The land of rivers shall be torn asunder.
10 The nations shall see You and be in pain, as You divided the moving waters: the deep uttered her voice, and raised her form on high.
11 The sun was exalted, and the moon stood still in her course: Your darts shall go forth at the light, at the brightness of the gleaming of Your spear.