I chase my enemies and destroy them; I do not turn back until I wipe them out.

I wipe them out and beat them to death; they cannot get up; they fall at my feet.

Each day Solomon’s royal court consumed ¹  thirty cors ²  of finely milled flour, sixty cors of cereal,

This is exactly what happened to him. The people trampled him to death in the city gate.

Have I not wept for the unfortunate? ¹  Was not my soul grieved for the poor?

If I have refused to give the poor what they desired, ¹  or caused the eyes of the widow to fail,

Consequently ¹  the Lord provides safety for the oppressed; ²  he provides safety in times of trouble. ³ 

I beat them ¹  to death; ²  they fall at my feet. ³ 

I grind them as fine windblown dust; ¹  I beat them underfoot ²  like clay ³  in the streets.

By your power ¹  we will drive back ²  our enemies; by your strength ³  we will trample down ⁴  our foes! ⁵ 

By God’s power we will conquer; ¹  he will trample down ²  our enemies.

Indeed God strikes the heads of his enemies, the hairy foreheads of those who persist in rebellion. ¹ 

Do not let the afflicted be turned back in shame! Let the oppressed and poor praise your name! ¹ 

They will lift you up in their hands, so you will not slip and fall on a stone. ¹ 

You will subdue ¹  a lion and a snake; ²  you will trample underfoot a young lion and a serpent.

By God’s power we will conquer; ¹  he will trample down ²  our enemies.

Sustain me as you promised, ¹  so that I will live. ²  Do not disappoint me! ³ 

¹ The Lord supports all who fall, and lifts up all who are bent over. ² 

vindicates the oppressed, ¹  and gives food to the hungry. The Lord releases the imprisoned.

The wicked will be thrown down in his trouble, ¹  but the righteous have refuge ²  even in the threat of death. ³