12 Look on every one that is proud, and bring him low; and tread down the wicked in their place.

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40 You made my enemies turn their backs(A) in flight,
    and I destroyed(B) my foes.
41 They cried for help, but there was no one to save them(C)
    to the Lord, but he did not answer.(D)
42 I beat them as fine as windblown dust;(E)
    I trampled them[a] like mud in the streets.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 18:42 Many Hebrew manuscripts, Septuagint, Syriac and Targum (see also 2 Samuel 22:43); Masoretic Text I poured them out

40 Thou hast also given me the necks of mine enemies; that I might destroy them that hate me.

41 They cried, but there was none to save them: even unto the Lord, but he answered them not.

42 Then did I beat them small as the dust before the wind: I did cast them out as the dirt in the streets.

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