8 Heb “strong of heart.” In Isa 46:12, the only other text where this phrase appears, it refers to those who are stubborn, but here it seems to describe brave warriors (see the next line).
9 The verb is a rare Aramaized form of the Hitpolel (see §54.a, n. 2); the root is שָׁלַל (shalal, “to plunder”).
10 Heb “they slept [in] their sleep.” “Sleep” here refers to the “sleep” of death. A number of modern translations take the phrase to refer to something less than death, however: “cast into a deep sleep”; “fall senseless”; “lie still”; “lay stunned.”
11 Heb “and all the men of strength did not find their hands.”
12 Heb “from your shout.” The noun is derived from the Hebrew verb גָּעַר (ga’ar), which is often understood to mean “rebuke.” In some cases it is apparent that scolding or threatening is in view (see Gen 37:10; Ruth 2:16; Zech 3:2). However, in militaristic contexts this translation is inadequate, for the verb refers in this setting to the warrior’s battle cry, which terrifies and paralyzes the enemy. See A. Caquot, 3:53, and note the use of the verb in Pss 68:30; 106:9; Nah 1:4, as well as the related noun in Job 26:11; Pss 9:5; 18:15; 104:7; Isa 50:2; 51:20; 66:15.
13 Or “chariot,” but even so the term is metonymic for the charioteer.
14 Heb “he fell asleep, and [the] chariot and [the] horse.” Once again (see v. 5) “sleep” refers here to the “sleep” of death.

In other versions

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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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