Above the sound of the surging water, and the mighty waves of the sea, the Lord sits enthroned in majesty.

You shine brightly and reveal your majesty, as you descend from the hills where you killed your prey.

and killed powerful kings, for his loyal love endures,

But you blew with your breath, and the sea covered them. They sank like lead in the mighty waters.

He asked for water, and she gave him milk; in a bowl fit for a king, she served him curds.

O Lord, our Lord, how magnificent is your reputation throughout the earth!

As for God’s chosen people who are in the land, and the leading officials I admired so much –

The thickets of the forest will be chopped down with an ax, and mighty Lebanon will fall.

The leaders will not be able to run away and hide. The shepherds of the flocks will not be able to escape.

Then the survivors came down to the mighty ones; the Lord’s people came down to me as warriors.

The men of Tekoa worked on the section adjacent to them, but their town leaders would not assist with the work of their master.

Listen to the cries of anguish of the leaders. Listen to the wails of the shepherds of the flocks. They are wailing because the Lord is about to destroy their lands.

The commander orders his officers; they stumble as they advance; they rush to the city wall and they set up the covered siege tower.

Your shepherds are sleeping, O king of Assyria! Your officers are slumbering! Your people are scattered like sheep on the mountains and there is no one to regather them!

Instead the Lord will rule there as our mighty king. Rivers and wide streams will flow through it; no war galley will enter; no large ships will sail through.

Too bad for us! Who can deliver us from the hand of these mighty gods? These are the gods who struck the Egyptians with all sorts of plagues in the desert!

For the music director, according to the gittith style; a psalm of David. O Lord, our Lord, how magnificent is your reputation throughout the earth! You reveal your majesty in the heavens above!

The leading men of the cities send their servants for water. They go to the cisterns, but they do not find any water there. They return with their containers empty. Disappointed and dismayed, they bury their faces in their hands.

Wail and cry out in anguish, you rulers! Roll in the dust, you who shepherd flocks of people! The time for you to be slaughtered has come. You will lie scattered and fallen like broken pieces of fine pottery.

“Son of man, wail over the horde of Egypt. Bring it down; bring her and the daughters of powerful nations down to the lower parts of the earth, along with those who descend to the pit.