When they hear of my exploits, they submit to me. Foreigners are powerless before me;
Say to God: "How awesome are your deeds! Because of your great power your enemies cower in fear before you.
(May those who hate the Lord cower in fear before him! May they be permanently humiliated!)
You have joy, Israel! Who is like you? You are a people delivered by the Lord, your protective shield and your exalted sword. May your enemies cringe before you; may you trample on their backs.
David said to the young man who told this to him, "Where are you from?" He replied, "I am an Amalekite, the son of a resident foreigner."
You rescue me from a hostile army; you preserve me as a leader of nations; people over whom I had no authority are now my subjects.
Sound your battle cry against the wild beast of the reeds, and the nations that assemble like a herd of calves led by bulls! They humble themselves and offer gold and silver as tribute. God scatters the nations that like to do battle.
The Lord swears an oath by his right hand, by his strong arm: "I will never again give your grain to your enemies as food, and foreigners will not drink your wine, which you worked hard to produce.
When you bring foreigners, those uncircumcised in heart and in flesh, into my sanctuary, you desecrate it -- even my house -- when you offer my food, the fat and the blood. You have broken my covenant by all your abominable practices.
But not all have obeyed the good news, for Isaiah says, "Lord, who has believed our report?"