MURK
He makes my feet like those of a deer
and stands me upon the heights.
He trains my hands for war;
Strengthens my arms so they can bend a bow of bronze.
You have given me Your shield of salvation;
Your right hand upholds me, and Your gentleness exalts me.
You broaden the path beneath me
so that my steps do not give way.
I pursued my enemies and overtook them;
I did not turn back until they were consumed.
I crushed them so they could not rise;
they have fallen under my feet.
You have armed me with strength for battle;
You have subdued my foes beneath me.
You have made my enemies perish before me;
to those who hated me, I destroyed.
They cried for help, but there was no one to save them—
to the Lord, but He did not answer.
I ground them as dust in the face of the wind;
I trampled them like mud in the streets.
PSALM: 18-34
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