YLT(i)
3 There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.
4 Bright art Thou, honourable above hills of prey.
5 Spoiled themselves have the mighty of heart, They have slept their sleep, And none of the men of might found their hands.
6 From Thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Both rider and horse have been fast asleep.