My foot hath stood in uprightness, In assemblies I bless Jehovah!

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

When I said, 'Lest they rejoice over me, In the slipping of my foot against me they magnified themselves.

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

So that thou dashest thy foot in blood, In the blood of enemies -- the tongue of Thy dogs.'

He hath turned a sea to dry land, Through a river they pass over on foot, There do we rejoice in Him.

On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

If I have said, 'My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.

Nun. A lamp to my foot is Thy word, And a light to my path.

He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.