9. Thy bow was made quite bare; The oaths to the tribes were a sure word. Thou didst cleave the earth with rivers.
10. The mountains saw thee, and were afraid; The tempest of waters passed by; The deep uttered its voice, And lifted up its hands on high.
11. The sun and moon stood still in their habitation, At the light of thine arrows as they went, At the shining of thy glittering spear.