Hast not Thou made a hedge for him, and for his house, and for all that he hath -- round about?

Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

Round about terrified him have terrors, And they have scattered him -- at his feet.

He breaketh me down round about, and I go, And removeth like a tree my hope.

Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

Therefore round about thee are snares, And trouble thee doth fear suddenly.

Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young ones.

When yet the Mighty One is with me. Round about me -- my young ones,

The doors of his face who hath opened? Round about his teeth are terrible.