Psalms 18:41-43

⁴¹They cryed but there was none to saue them, euen vnto the Lord, but hee answered them not.

⁴²Then I did beate them small as the dust before the winde: I did treade them flat as the clay in the streetes.

⁴³Thou hast deliuered me from the contentions of the people: thou hast made me the head of the heathen: a people, whom I haue not knowen, shall serue me.