I pursue mine enemies, and overtake them, And turn back not till they are consumed.
To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies `on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.
Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,
They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.
But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.
By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders,
In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.
and I saw, and lo, a white horse, and he who is sitting upon it is having a bow, and there was given to him a crown, and he went forth overcoming, and that he may overcome.