От грозного гласа Твоего побегут народы; когда восстанешь, рассеются племена,
At the uproar of your army, the peoples flee; when you rise up, the nations scatter.
At the tumultuous noise peoples flee; when you lift yourself up, nations are scattered,
At the sound of the tumult peoples flee; At the lifting up of Yourself nations disperse.
The enemy runs at the sound of your voice. When you stand up, the nations flee!
At the noise of the tumult the people fled; at the lifting up of thyself the nations were scattered.
At the noise of the tumult the people shall flee; When You lift Yourself up, the nations shall be scattered;
At the noise of the tumult the peoples fled; at the lifting up of thyself the nations were scattered.