The kings of the earth form a united front; the rulers collaborate against the Lord and his anointed king.

From the brightness in front of him came hail and fiery coals.

I mourned for them as I would for a friend or my brother. I bowed down in sorrow as if I were mourning for my mother.

Even my close friend whom I trusted, he who shared meals with me, has turned against me.

But it is you, a man like me, my close friend in whom I confided.

Singers walk in front; musicians follow playing their stringed instruments, in the midst of young women playing tambourines.

I am a friend to all your loyal followers, and to those who keep your precepts.

You squeeze me in from behind and in front; you place your hand on me.