Psalm 18:37

New Revised Standard Version Updated Edition 2021

I pursued my enemies and overtook them and did not turn back until they were consumed.

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

Rise up, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.

Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye wastes away from grief, my soul and body also.

Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise up to help me!

Let them be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of the Lord driving them on.

But the wicked perish, and the enemies of the Lord are like the glory of the pastures; they vanish—like smoke they vanish away.

Through you we push down our foes; through your name we tread down our assailants.

When my enemies turned back, they stumbled and perished before you.

I looked, and there was a white horse! Its rider had a bow; a crown was given to him, and he came out conquering and to conquer.