YLT
(i)
3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
4 As to Thy majesty—prosper! —ride! Because of truth, and meekness—righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.
5 Thine arrows
are sharp, —Peoples fall under Thee—In the heart of the enemies of the king.