2 Samuel 22:40
And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
And Thou girdest me `with' strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
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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 And mine enemies -- Thou givest to me the neck, Those hating me -- and I cut them off.
34 Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand,
35 Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
36 And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.
37 Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.
38 I pursue mine enemies and destroy them, And I turn not till they are consumed.
39 And I consume them, and smite them, And they rise not, and fall under my feet.
48 God -- who is giving vengeance to me, And bringing down peoples under me,
49 And bringing me forth from mine enemies, Yea, above my withstanders Thou raisest me up. From a man of violence Thou deliverest me.
13 Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.
18 He delivereth me from my strong enemy, From those hating me, For they were stronger than I.
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.
43 And I beat them as dust of the earth, As mire of the streets I beat them small -- I spread them out!
44 And -- Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of my people, Thou placest me for a head of nations; A people I have not known do serve me.
45 Sons of a stranger feign obedience to me, At the hearing of the ear they hearken to me.
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.
32 God! who is girding me `with' strength, And He maketh perfect my way.
30 For by Thee I run -- a troop, By my God I leap a wall.
7 O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.
5 By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders,
17 He delivereth me from my strong enemy, And from those hating me, For they have been stronger than I.
1 By David. Blessed `is' Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.
2 My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!
29 For by Thee I run -- a troop! And by my God I leap a wall.
3 Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!
1 A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.
2 When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.
3 Though a host doth encamp against me, My heart doth not fear, Though war riseth up against me, In this I `am' confident.
7 And in the abundance of Thine excellency Thou throwest down Thy withstanders, Thou sendest forth Thy wrath -- It consumeth them as stubble.
42 Thou hast exalted the right hand of his adversaries, Thou hast caused all his enemies to rejoice.
43 Also -- Thou turnest back the sharpness of his sword, And hast not established him in battle,
4 Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou `art' my strength.
2 The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.
14 Bound hath been the yoke of my transgressions by His hand, They are wrapped together, They have gone up on my neck, He hath caused my power to stumble, The Lord hath given me into hands, I am not able to rise.
3 For Thou hast been a refuge for me, A tower of strength because of the enemy.
2 And he maketh my mouth as a sharp sword, In the shadow of His hand He hath hid me, And He maketh me for a clear arrow, In His quiver He hath hid me.
13 Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,
14 O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,
11 By this I have known, That Thou hast delighted in me, Because my enemy shouteth not over me.
7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
2 Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.
2 For thou `art' the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?