They in the wilderness that dwell bow down before him must; And they that are his enemies shall lick the very dust.
He shall among the heathen judge, he shall with bodies dead The places fill: o'er many lands he wound shall ev'ry head.
The Lord did say unto my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes a stool, whereon thy feet may stand.
Earth's fat ones eat, and worship shall: all who to dust descend Shall bow to him; none of them can his soul from death defend.
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.