I wounded them, they could not rise; they at my feet did fall.
The heathen people under us he surely shall subdue; And he shall make the nations under our feet to bow.
There fallen are they, and ruined, that work iniquities: Cast down they are, and never shall be able to arise.
Like fiery ov'n thou shalt them make, when kindled is thine ire; God shall them swallow in his wrath, devour them shall the fire.