9 aAwake, awake, put on strength, O arm of Yahweh;
Awake as in the bdays of old, the generations of long ago.
cWas it not You who chopped Rahab in pieces,
Who pierced the ddragon?
10 Was it not You who adried up the sea,
The waters of the great deep,
Who made the depths of the sea a pathway
For the bredeemed to cross over?
11 So the aransomed of Yahweh will return
And come with joyful shouting to Zion,
And beverlasting gladness will be on their heads.
They will obtain joy and gladness,
And csorrow and sighing will flee away.