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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