He makes my feet like the feet of a deer
and sets me securely on the heights.

They will support you with their hands
so that you will not strike your foot against a stone.

If I say, “My foot is slipping,”
Your faithful love will support me, Lord.

They hurt his feet with shackles;
his neck was put in an iron collar.

They have hands but cannot feel,
feet, but cannot walk.
They cannot make a sound with their throats.

For You, Lord, rescued me from death,
my eyes from tears,
my feet from stumbling.

I have kept my feet from every evil path
to follow Your word.

נ NunYour word is a lamp for my feet
and a light on my path.

He will not allow your foot to slip;
your Protector will not slumber.

Our feet are standing
within your gates, Jerusalem—