Is there any god like God?Are we not at bedrock?Is not this the God who armed me,then aimed me in the right direction?Now I run like a deer;I’m king of the mountain.He shows me how to fight;I can bend a bronze bow!You protect me with salvation-armor;you hold me up with a firm hand,caress me with your gentle ways.You cleared the ground under meso my footing was firm.When I chased my enemies I caught them;I didn’t let go till they were dead men.I nailed them; they were down for good;then I walked all over them.You armed me well for this fight,you smashed the upstarts.You made my enemies turn tail,and I wiped out the haters.They cried “uncle”but Uncle didn’t come;They yelled for Godand got no for an answer.I ground them to dust; they gusted in the wind.I threw them out, like garbage in the gutter.