Yahweh, I have heard of your fame, * I stand in awe at your deeds.

Do them again in our days, * in our days make them known! * In spite of your anger, have compassion.

    God comes forth from Teman, * the Holy One comes from Mount Paran.

    His splendor covers the sky, * and his glory fills the earth.

       His brilliance is like the light; * brightness flashes from his hands; * there his power is hidden...

    You march forth to save your people, * to save the one you have anointed...

    You galloped on the sea with your horses, * on the mighty and roaring waters.

    I heard this and tremble with terror; * my lips quiver at the sound.

    Weakness invades my bones; * my steps fail beneath me.

       Yet calmly I wait for the doom * that will fall upon the people who assail us.

    For even though the fig tree does not blossom, * nor fruit grow on the grapevine.

    even though the olive crops fail, * and fields produce no harvest,

    even though flocks vanish from the folds, * and stalls stand empty of cattle,

    yet I will rejoice in Yahweh * and exult in God my Savior.

Yahweh my Lord is my strength; * he makes me leap like the deer, * he guides my steps on the heights.