Thou therefore shalt make them turn back, when thou thy shafts shalt place Upon thy strings, made ready all to fly against their face.
And thou hast giv'n to me the necks of all mine enemies; That I might them destroy and slay, who did against me rise.
God shall an arrow shoot at them, and wound them suddenly:
My foes shall, when I cry, turn back; I know't, God is for me.
Thou mak'st us from the enemy, faint-hearted, to turn back; And they who hate us for themselves our spoils away do take.
When back my foes were turn'd, they fell, and perish'd at thy sight:
Yea, he his arrows sent abroad, and them he scattered; His lightnings also he shot out, and them discomfited.