I chased my enemies and caught up with them. I did not return until I had ended their lives.
my steps have remained firmly in your paths. My feet have not slipped.
Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! You have slapped all my enemies in the face. You have smashed the teeth of wicked people.
Have pity on me, O Lord, because I am in distress. My eyes, my soul, and my body waste away from grief.
Use your shields, ⌞both⌟ small and large. Arise to help me.
Let them be like husks blown by the wind as the Messenger of the Lord chases them.
But wicked people will disappear. The Lord’s enemies will vanish like the best part of a meadow. They will vanish like smoke.
With you we can walk over our enemies. With your name we can trample those who attack us.
When my enemies retreat, they will stumble and die in your presence.
Then I looked, and there was a white horse, and its rider had a bow. He was given a crown and rode off as a warrior to win battles.