³ Gird your sword on your thigh, O mighty one,
    in your glory and majesty.^(A)

² He made my mouth like a sharp sword;
    in the shadow of his hand he hid me;
he made me a polished arrow;
    in his quiver he hid me away.^(A)

²⁰ You are my war club, my weapon of battle:
with you I smash nations;
    with you I destroy kingdoms;^(A)