For Thou blessest the righteous, O Jehovah, As a buckler with favour dost compass him!

And a company of peoples compass Thee, And over it on high turn Thou back,

I wash in innocency my hands, And I compass Thine altar, O Jehovah.

Thou art a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, With songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.

Many are the pains of the wicked; As to him who is trusting in Jehovah, Kindness doth compass him.

Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,

Why do I fear in days of evil? The iniquity of my supplanters doth compass me.

Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!