3For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.
4Thou [art] He, my king, O God, Command the deliverances of Jacob.
5By Thee our adversaries we do push, By Thy name tread down our withstanders,
6For, not in my bow do I trust, And my sword doth not save me.
7For Thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And those hating us Thou hast put to shame.
8In God we have boasted all the day, And Thy name to the age we thank. Selah.
9In anger Thou hast cast off and causest us to blush, And goest not forth with our hosts.
