When he falleth, he is not cast down, For Jehovah is sustaining his hand.

Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

Hast caused him to cease from his brightness, And his throne to the earth hast cast down.

For thou art the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou art my God.

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'