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

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

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

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

^{36 Ref} Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.

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

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

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

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

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

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