I pursued my enemies and overtook them, and did not turn back till they were consumed.
Through you we push down our foes; through your name we tread down those who rise up against us.
And I looked, and behold, a white horse! And its rider had a bow, and a crown was given to him, and he came out conquering, and to conquer.
But the wicked will perish; the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures; they vanish—like smoke they vanish away.
Let them be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them away!
Take hold of shield and buckler and rise for my help!
When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish before your presence.
Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.
My steps have held fast to your paths; my feet have not slipped.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief; my soul and my body also.