Thine hand shall all those men find out that en'mies are to thee; Ev'n thy right hand shall find out those of thee that haters be.
They in the wilderness that dwell bow down before him must; And they that are his enemies shall lick the very dust.
Thee will I love, O Lord, my strength.
Thou shalt, as with a weighty rod of iron, break them all; And, as a potter's sherd, thou shalt them dash in pieces small.
Before me still the Lord I set: sith it is so that he Doth ever stand at my right hand, I shall not moved be.
From God let this be their reward that en'mies are to me, And their reward that speak against my soul maliciously.