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 For who is God, but the ? * who is the Rock, except our God?

It is God who girds me about with strength * and makes my way secure.

He makes me sure&#8209;footed like a deer * and lets me stand firm on the heights.

He trains my hands for battle * and my arms for bending even a bow of bronze.

You have given me your shield of victory; * your right hand also sustains me; your loving care makes me great.

You lengthen my stride beneath me, * and my ankles do not give way.

I pursue my enemies and overtake them; * I will not turn back till I have destroyed them.

I strike them down, and they cannot rise; * they fall defeated at my feet.

You have girded me with strength for the battle; * you have cast down my adversaries beneath me; you have put my enemies to flight.

I destroy those who hate me; they cry out, but there is none to help them; * they cry to the, but he does not answer.

I beat them small like dust before the wind; * I trample them like mud in the streets.

You deliver me from the strife of the peoples; * you put me at the head of the nations.

A people I have not known shall serve me; no sooner shall they hear than they shall obey me; * strangers will cringe before me.