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When mine enemies turned back, they stumbled and perished from before thee;
Thou sufferest us to turn back from the adversary, And, they who hate us, have plundered at will:
Then, shall my foes turn back, in the day I cry, This, I know, for God is mine!
But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:
And he sent forth his arrows and scattered them, yea, lightnings, he shot out, and confused them.
Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!
Until I make thy foes thy footstool.