023) (3)

(3) 31 For who is God except the Lord? or who a rock, our God except?

32 Its God that girdeth me with strength, and he doth make my way perfect.

33 Like to the hinds he makes my feet: and on my high place makes me stand.

34 Mine arms do break a bow of brass; so well to war he learns my hand.

35 The shield of thy salvation thou furthermore hast given me: and thy right-hand hath me upheld, thy meekness made me great to be.

36 Under me thou mak’st large my steps, so that mine ankles did not slide 37 My foes pursu’d I, and them caught: nor turn’d I till they were destroy’d.

38 I wounded them and they could not rise up: under my feet they fell.

39 Because that thou hast girded me with fortitude to the battle:

Thou hast subdued under me, those that did up against me rise.

40 And my foes necks thou gavest me, that I might wast mine enemies.

41 They cried but there was none to save, to God, yet with no answer meet.

42 I beat them then as dust i’th wind and cast them out as dirt i’th street.