Psalms 44:4

²  How thou didst drive out the heathen with thy hand, and plantedst them; how thou didst afflict the people, and cast them out.

³  For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them.

⁴  Thou art my King, O God: command deliverances for Jacob.

⁵  Through thee will we push down our enemies: through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.

⁶  For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword save me.