⁸ And there addeth to be war, and David goeth out and fighteth against the Philistines, and smiteth among them -- a great smiting, and they flee from his face.

³² God! who is girding me `with' strength, And He maketh perfect my way.

³³ Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.

³⁴ Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.

³⁵ And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.

³⁶ Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.

³⁷ I pursue mine enemies, and overtake them, And turn back not till they are consumed.

³⁸ I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,

³⁹ And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.

⁴⁰ As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.

⁴¹ They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them.

⁴² And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out.

⁴³ 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.

⁴⁴ At the hearing of the ear they hearken to me, Sons of a stranger feign obedience to me,

⁴⁵ Sons of a stranger fade away, And are slain out of their close places.

⁴⁶ Jehovah liveth -- and blessed `is' my rock, And exalted is the God of my salvation.

⁴⁷ God -- who is giving vengeance to me, And He subdueth peoples under me,

⁴⁸ My deliverer from mine enemies, Above my withstanders Thou raisest me, From a man of violence dost deliver me.

⁴⁹ Therefore I confess Thee among nations, O Jehovah, And to Thy name I sing praise,

⁵⁰ Magnifying the salvation of His king, And doing kindness to His anointed, To David, and to his seed -- unto the age!

³ Though a host doth encamp against me, My heart doth not fear, Though war riseth up against me, In this I `am' confident.