43 I beat them as fine as the dust of the earth; I pounded and trampled them like mud in the streets.
43 Then did I beat them as small as the dust of the earth, I did stamp them as the mire of the street, and did spread them abroad.
43 I beat them fine as the dust of the earth; I crushed them and stamped them down like the mire of the streets.
43 I ground them to dust; they gusted in the wind. I threw them out, like garbage in the gutter.
43 Then I beat them as fine as the dust of the earth; I trod them like dirt in the streets, And I spread them out.
43 I ground them as fine as the dust of the earth; I trampled them in the gutter like dirt.
Matthew Henry's Commentary on 2 Samuel 22:43
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David's psalm of thanksgiving.
This chapter is a psalm of praise; we find it afterwards nearly as 2 Timothy 4:18. Those who receive signal mercies from God, ought to give him the glory. In the day that God delivered David, he sang this song. While the mercy is fresh, and we are most affected with it, let the thank-offering be brought, to be kindled with the fire of that affection. All his joys and hopes close, as all our hopes should do, in the great Redeemer.