I kept chasing my enemies, until I caught them and destroyed them.
I have followed you, without ever stumbling.
Come and save me, LORD God! Break my enemies' jaws and shatter their teeth,
Have pity, LORD! I am suffering and almost blind. My whole body aches.
Shield me and help me.
Send your angel after them and let them be like straw in the wind.
Wicked people are enemies of the LORD and will vanish like smoke from a field on fire.
By your great power, we knocked our enemies down and trampled on them.
When my enemies face you, they run away and stumble and are destroyed.
Then I saw a white horse. Its rider carried a bow and was given a crown. He had already won some victories, and he went out to win more.