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.

Will he then continue to fill and empty his throw net? Will he always destroy nations and spare none?

Indeed, wine will betray the proud, restless man! His appetite is as big as Sheol’s; like death, he is never satisfied. He gathers all the nations; he seizes all peoples.

Your bow is ready for action; you commission your arrows. Selah. You cause flash floods on the earth’s surface.