41. They cry out, but there is no one to help them;they cry out to the Lord, but he does not answer them.
42. I grind them as fine windblown dust;I beat them underfoot like clay in the streets.
43. You rescue me from a hostile army;you make me a leader of nations;people over whom I had no authority are now my subjects.
44. When they hear of my exploits, they submit to me.Foreigners are powerless before me;