They see your processions, O God – the processions of my God, my king, who marches along in holy splendor.

The caravans of Tema looked intently for these streams; the traveling merchants of Sheba hoped for them.

She watches over the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.

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

He takes his battle position and shakes the earth; with a mere look he frightens the nations. The ancient mountains disintegrate; the primeval hills are flattened. He travels on the ancient roads.