Psalm 18:37

Revised Standard Version (RSV-CI)

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

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Through thee we push down our foes; through thy name we tread down our assailants.

And I saw, and behold, a white horse, and its rider had a bow; and a crown was given to him, and he went out conquering and to conquer.

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

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

Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help!

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

Arise, O Lord! Deliver me, O my God! For thou dost smite all my enemies on the cheek, thou dost break the teeth of the wicked.

My steps have held fast to thy paths, my feet have not slipped.

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