9-11 Wake up, wake up, flex your muscles, God!
    Wake up as in the old days, in the long ago.
Didn’t you once make mincemeat of Rahab,
    dispatch the old chaos-dragon?
And didn’t you once dry up the sea,
    the powerful waters of the deep,
And then made the bottom of the ocean a road
    for the redeemed to walk across?
In the same way God’s ransomed will come back,
    come back to Zion cheering, shouting,
Joy eternal wreathing their heads,
    exuberant ecstasies transporting them—
    and not a sign of moans or groans.

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Awake, awake,(A) arm(B) of the Lord,
    clothe yourself with strength!(C)
Awake, as in days gone by,
    as in generations of old.(D)
Was it not you who cut Rahab(E) to pieces,
    who pierced that monster(F) through?
10 Was it not you who dried up the sea,(G)
    the waters of the great deep,(H)
who made a road in the depths of the sea(I)
    so that the redeemed(J) might cross over?
11 Those the Lord has rescued(K) will return.
    They will enter Zion with singing;(L)
    everlasting joy will crown their heads.
Gladness and joy(M) will overtake them,
    and sorrow and sighing will flee away.(N)

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