TSK · Psalms 3:7

For the battle was there spread over the surface of all the country; and the forest devoured more people that day than the sword devoured.

I broke the jaws of the unrighteous, and plucked the prey out of his teeth.

Arise, Yahweh, in your anger. Lift up yourself against the rage of my adversaries. Awake for me. You have commanded judgment.

"Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise," says Yahweh; "I will set him in safety from those who malign him."

Wake up! Rise up to defend me, my God! My Lord, contend for me!

Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.

Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!

Awake, awake, put on strength, arm of Yahweh; awake, as in the days of old, the generations of ancient times. Isn't it you who cut Rahab in pieces, who pierced the monster?

Woe to him who says to the wood, 'Awake!' or to the mute stone, 'Arise!' Shall this teach? Behold, it is overlaid with gold and silver, and there is no breath at all in its midst.