Psalm 76:3–6
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3There he broke the arrows of the enemy,
their shields and swords, yes, all their weapons.
4How glorious you are, O God!
How majestic, as you return from the mountains
where you defeated your foes.
5Their brave soldiers have been stripped of all they had
and now are sleeping the sleep of death;
all their strength and skill was useless.
6When you threatened them, O God of Jacob,
the horses and their riders fell dead.
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ESVEnglish Standard Version
There he broke the flashing arrows,
the shield, the sword, and the weapons of war. Selah
Glorious are you, more majestic
than the mountains full of prey.
The stouthearted were stripped of their spoil;
they sank into sleep;
all the men of war
were unable to use their hands.
At your rebuke, O God of Jacob,
both rider and horse lay stunned.
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NIVNew International Version (2011)
There he broke the flashing arrows,
the shields and the swords, the weapons of war.
You are radiant with light,
more majestic than mountains rich with game.
The valiant lie plundered,
they sleep their last sleep;
not one of the warriors
can lift his hands.
At your rebuke, God of Jacob,
both horse and chariot lie still.
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CSBChristian Standard Bible
There he shatters the bow’s flaming arrows,
the shield, the sword, and the weapons of war.
Selah
You are resplendent and majestic
coming down from the mountains of prey.
The brave-hearted have been plundered;
they have slipped into their final sleep.
None of the warriors was able to lift a hand.
At your rebuke, God of Jacob,
both chariot and horse lay still.
Copyright 2017 Holman Bible Publishers
NLTNew Living Translation
There he has broken the fiery arrows of the enemy,
the shields and swords and weapons of war.
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You are glorious and more majestic
than the everlasting mountains.
Our boldest enemies have been plundered.
They lie before us in the sleep of death.
No warrior could lift a hand against us.
At the blast of your breath, O God of Jacob,
their horses and chariots lay still.
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LEBThe Lexham English Bible
There he broke the flames of the bow,
the shield and sword and battle. Selah
Radiant you are, majestic,
from the mountains of prey.
The stouthearted are plundered;
they sleep their sleep,
and all the able men cannot use their hands.
At your rebuke, O God of Jacob,
both rider and horse slumber.
Copyright 2012 Lexham Press
KJV 1900King James Version
There brake he the arrows of the bow,
The shield, and the sword, and the battle. Selah.
Thou art more glorious and excellent than the mountains of prey.
The stouthearted are spoiled, they have slept their sleep:
And none of the men of might have found their hands.
At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob,
Both the chariot and horse are cast into a dead sleep.
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