Domine, in virtute tua
All thine enemies shall feel thine hand; thy right hand shall find out them that hate thee. Thou shalt make them like a fiery oven in time of thy wrath; the Lord shall destroy them in his displeasure, and the fire shall consume them. Their fruit shalt thou root out of the earth, and their seed from among the children of men. For they intended mischief against thee, and imagined such a device as they are not able to perform. Therefore shalt thou put them to flight, and the strings of thy bow shalt thou make ready against the face of them.
Be thou exalted, Lord, in thine own strength; so will we sing, and praise thy power.