CLV(i)
34 Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causes me to stand,
35 Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,
36 And You give to me the shield of Your salvation, And Your lowliness makes me great.
37 You enlarge my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.
38 I pursue mine enemies and destroy them, And I turn not till they are consumed.