Coverdale(i)
3 There breaketh he the arowes of the bowe, ye shylde, the swerde & the whole battayll.
4 Sela. Thou art of more honoure & might the the hilles of robbers.
5 The proude shalbe robbed & slepe their slepe, & ye mightie shalbe able to do nothinge with their hodes.
6 Whe thou rebukest them (o God of Iacob) both the charettes & horsmen shal fall on slepe.
7 Thou art feareful, for who maye abyde in yi sight, when thou art angrie?
8 When thou lattest thy iudgment be herde from heauen, the erth trembleth & is still.
9 Yee when God aryseth to geue iudgment, & to helpe all them that be in aduersite vpon earth.