By his power he stills the sea; by his wisdom he cut Rahab the great sea monster to pieces.

I wipe them out and beat them to death; they cannot get up; they fall at my feet.

For he wounds, but he also bandages; he strikes, but his hands also heal.

I beat them to death; they fall at my feet.

O sovereign Lord, at your right hand he strikes down kings in the day he unleashes his anger.

Bless, O Lord, his goods, and be pleased with his efforts; undercut the legs of any who attack him, and of those who hate him, so that they cannot stand.

Indeed God strikes the heads of his enemies, the hairy foreheads of those who persist in rebellion.

so that your feet may stomp in their blood, and your dogs may eat their portion of the enemies’ corpses.”

He executes judgment against the nations; he fills the valleys with corpses; he shatters their heads over the vast battlefield.

God brought them out of Egypt. They have, as it were, the strength of a young bull; they will devour hostile people and will break their bones and will pierce them through with arrows.

“See now that I, indeed I, am he!” says the Lord, “and there is no other god besides me. I kill and give life, I smash and I heal, and none can resist my power.

Her left hand reached for the tent peg, her right hand for the workmen’s hammer. She “hammered” Sisera, she shattered his skull, she smashed his head, she drove the tent peg through his temple.

You march out to deliver your people, to deliver your special servant. You strike the leader of the wicked nation, laying him open from the lower body to the neck. Selah.

‘I see him, but not now; I behold him, but not close at hand. A star will march forth out of Jacob, and a scepter will rise out of Israel. He will crush the skulls of Moab, and the heads of all the sons of Sheth.