Psalms 18:41-45

They cried for help, but there was no one to save, They cried to the Lord, but He did not answer them.

Then I beat them fine like the dust before the wind; I emptied them out like the mud of the streets.

You have rescued me from the contentions of the people; You have placed me as head of the nations; A people whom I have not known serve me.

As soon as they hear, they obey me; Foreigners pretend to obey me.

Foreigners lose heart, And come trembling out of their fortresses.