You broaden my steps beneath me, so my ankles have not slipped.
You are my King, O God— command victories for Jacob!
I looked, and behold, there was a white horse. The one riding on it had a bow, and a crown was given to him. He went out as a conqueror so he might conquer.
For the wicked will perish, and the enemies of Adonai will be like the beauty of the fields— they will vanish—vanish like smoke.
May they be like chaff before the wind, with the angel of Adonai driving them off.
Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise up to my help.
I will be glad and rejoice in You. I will sing praise to Your Name, Elyon!
I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people all around who have taken their stand against me.
My steps have kept on Your paths. My feet have not slipped.
You did not hand me over to the enemy. You set my feet in a wide-open place.