You made room for my steps beneath me; my ankles never twisted.
My steps have kept to your paths; my feet have not faltered.
I do not fear, then, thousands of people arrayed against me on every side.
You will not abandon me into enemy hands, but will set my feet in a free and open space.
Take up the shield and buckler; rise up in my defense.
Make them like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them on.
The wicked perish, enemies of the Lord; They shall be consumed like fattened lambs; like smoke they disappear.
You are my king and my God, who bestows victories on Jacob.
I will delight and rejoice in you; I will sing hymns to your name, Most High.
I looked, and there was a white horse, and its rider had a bow. He was given a crown, and he rode forth victorious to further his victories.