The Angel of Jehovah camps round about those who fear Him, and delivers them.

Surely a man walks about like a shadow! Surely they are in an uproar in vain. He heaps up, and does not know who shall gather them.

You make us a curse to our neighbors, a scorn and a mockery to those who are round about us.

They have shed their blood like water round about Jerusalem, and none to bury.

O Jehovah, the God of Hosts, who is a strong Jehovah like You? And Your faithfulness is round about You?

A fire goes before Him and burns up His enemies round about.