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Psalm 18:37

New International Version

I pursued my enemies and overtook them; I did not turn back till they were destroyed.

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My steps have held to your paths; my feet have not stumbled.

Arise, Lord! Deliver me, my God! Strike all my enemies on the jaw; break the teeth of the wicked.

Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.

Take up shield and armor; arise and come to my aid.

May they be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them away;

But the wicked will perish: Though the Lord’s enemies are like the flowers of the field, they will be consumed, they will go up in smoke.

Through you we push back our enemies; through your name we trample our foes.

My enemies turn back; they stumble and perish before you.

I looked, and there before me was a white horse! Its rider held a bow, and he was given a crown, and he rode out as a conqueror bent on conquest.