MSTC(i)
39 Thou hast girded me with strength unto the battle; thou hast thrown them all down under me, that rose up against me. {TYNDALE: And thou compassedest me about with might to battle, and madest them that rose against me to stoop under me.}
40 Thou hast made mine enemies also to turn their backs upon me, and I shall destroy them that hate me. {TYNDALE: And thou madest mine enemies to turn their backs to me, and them that hated me, and I destroyed them.}
41 They shall cry, but there shall be none to help them: Yea, even unto the LORD shall they cry, but he shall hear them not. {TYNDALE: They looked for help, but none came to save them: unto the LORD they cried, but he heard them not.}
42 I will beat them as small as the dust before the wind; I will cast them out as the clay in the streets. {TYNDALE: And I will beat them as small as the dust of the earth, and will stamp them as the dirt of the street, and will spread them abroad.}