Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.
And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.
I pursue mine enemies, and overtake them, And turn back not till they are consumed.
I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,
And Thou girdest me [with] strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.
As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.
They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them.
And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out.
Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of the people, Thou placest me for a head of nations, A people I have not known do serve me.
At the hearing of the ear they hearken to me, Sons of a stranger feign obedience to me,