3There brake he the arrowes of the bowe, the shield, and the sword, and the battell. Selah. 4Thou art more glorious and excellent then the mountaines of pray. 5The stout hearted are spoiled, they haue slept their sleepe: and none of the men of might haue found their hands.6At thy rebuke, O God of Iacob, both the chariot and horse are cast into a dead sleepe. 7Thou, euen thou art to be feared; and who may stand in thy sight when once thou art angry?