Terror and dread falleth upon them; By the greatness of thine arm they are as still as a stone; Till thy people pass over, O Jehovah, Till the people pass over that thou hast purchased.
Alle þe dwelleris of Canaan weren starke; inward drede falle on hem, and outward drede in þe greetnesse of thin arm. Be þei maad vnmouable as a stoon, til thi puple passe, Lord; til this thi puple passe, whom thou weldidist.