You who instil terror, who can 
Stand before you and your thunder?
The Lord is great! How can we defy him?
He makes a sign, and we become nothing.

He lies down in the darkness of the night;
The peoples of the world are already trembling:
Winged destruction is on the look-out
Around his terriflying throne.

His hand, glowing red, hurls
The lightning from the dark heights:
And thunder is poured over the land
Into a sea of fire:

With the result that the fixed foundation of the earth
Shakes with the thunder's wrath,
All around trembles
As does everything that lives in the deep.

The Lord and his arm are acknowledged
By trembling nature,
Since far into the distance the sky is burning
Along with the meadows all around.

Who is going to protect me, mere mortal, mere dust,
When he who lives in heaven
And who plucks worlds as if they are dry leaves,
When he refuses to spare me despite his mercy?

We have a God of mercy,
Even when he appears to be wrathful:
He reigns with forgiving patience,
The great friend of human beings.

Fly up to God, high above all the spheres,
Rejoice to him, far resounding song,
To the eternal! He ordered the ancient void to give birth;
and his all-powerful word made it so.
To him, source of all things, will all creatures bring praise,
Praising his wise power thoughout heaven and earth.
Fly up to God, my resounding song!

Between heaven and earth high up in the airy sea,
Right in the nucleus of the storm a rocky ridge supports me;
Below me clouds 
pile high 
to thunderstorms,
And I imagine you, eternal!

Your horrific pomp lends to the earthly, those of finite nature
Immense nature! 
You, eternity's giant daughter!
Represent for me the mirror image of Jehova!
His god to the reasoning worm,
Roar magnificently, thunderstorm!

Hark! He roars; down from the rocky ridge!
Blasting out Zebaoth's name,
Inscribes 
with a lightning stylus:
Creatures, do you recognize me?
Have mercy, Lord! We recognize you!