40. And Thou girdest me [with] strength for battle, Thou causest my withstanders to bow under me.
41. And mine enemies--Thou givest to me the neck, Those hating me--and I cut them off.
42. They look, and there is no saviour; Unto Jehovah, and He hath not answered them.
43. And I beat them as dust of the earth, As mire of the streets I beat them small--I spread them out!
44. And--Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of my people, Thou placest me for a head of nations; A people I have not known do serve me.
45. Sons of a stranger feign obedience to me, At the hearing of the ear they hearken to me.
46. Sons of a stranger fade away, And gird themselves by their close places.