3For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them: But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou hadst a favour unto them.
4Thou art my King, O God: Command deliverances for Jacob.
5Through thee will we push down our enemies: Through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.
6For I will not trust in my bow, Neither shall my sword save me.