^{3 Ref} For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

^{4 Ref} Thou `art' He, my king, O God, Command the deliverances of Jacob.

^{5 Ref} By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders,

^{3 Ref} For they gat not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them; But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou wast favorable unto them.

^{4 Ref} Thou art my King, O God: Command deliverance for Jacob.

^{5 Ref} Through thee will we push down our adversaries: Through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.