Awake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Jehovah; awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Is it not thou that didst cut Rahab in pieces, that didst pierce the monster?
Rise thou, rise thou, arm of þe Lord, be thou clothyd in strengþe; rise thou, as in elde daies, in generaciouns of worldis. Wheþer thou smytidist not þe proude man, woundidist not þe dragoun?