6. Here the psalmist exults over the fallen foe. He bends as it were over
his prostrate form and insults his once vaunted strength. He plucks the
boaster’s song out of his mouth and sings it for him in derision. After this
fashion our glorious Redeemer asks of death, “Where is thy sting?” and of the
grave, “Where is thy victory?”
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