It’s God who arms me with strength and makes my way perfect. He makes my feet just like the feet of a deer; he enables me to face at the heights. He trains my hands for battle; my arms can bend a bow of bronze. You give me your shield of victory, and your right hand sustains me; you stoop all the way down to make me great. You broaden the trail beneath me, in order that my ankles don’t turn.
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