But You, O Lord, are a shield about me,
My glory, and the One who lifts my head.

I will not be afraid of ten thousands of people
Who have set themselves against me round about.

The wicked strut about on every side
When vileness is exalted among the sons of men.

I shall wash my hands in innocence,
And I will go about Your altar, O Lord,

When I kept silent about my sin, my body wasted away
Through my groaning all day long.

I went about as though it were my friend or brother;
I bowed down mourning, as one who sorrows for a mother.

“Surely every man walks about as a phantom;
Surely they make an uproar for nothing;
He amasses riches and does not know who will gather them.

Walk about Zion and go around her;
Count her towers;

They wander about for food
And growl if they are not satisfied.

Those who sit in the gate talk about me,
And I am the song of the drunkards.

Then He let them fall in the midst of their camp,
Round about their dwellings.

They have poured out their blood like water round about Jerusalem;
And there was no one to bury them.

They do not know nor do they understand;
They walk about in darkness;
All the foundations of the earth are shaken.

I was afflicted and about to die from my youth on;
I suffer Your terrors; I am overcome.

Fire goes before Him
And burns up His adversaries round about.

You appoint darkness and it becomes night,
In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.

And they wandered about from nation to nation,
From one kingdom to another people.

Let his children wander about and beg;
And let them seek sustenance far from their ruined homes.