2 How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand,and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people,and cast them out.
3 For they got not the land in possession by their own sword,neither did their own arm save them:but thy right hand, and thine arm,and the light of thy countenance,because thou hadst a favor unto them.
4 Thou art my King, O God:command deliverances for Jacob.
5 Through thee will we push down our enemies:through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.
6 For I will not trust in my bow,neither shall my sword save me.
7 But thou hast saved us from our enemies,and hast put them to shame that hated us.
8 In God we boast all the day long,and praise thy name for ever. Selah.