{A song of the stairs} LORD, I am not high-minded; I have no proud looks. I do not exercise myself in great matters which are too high for me.

The enemy crieth so, and the ungodly cometh on so fast: for they are minded to do me some mischief, so maliciously are they set against me.

O let not mine heart be inclined to any evil thing, to be minded as the ungodly or wicked men; lest I eat of such things as please them.

He shall send down from on high to fetch me, and shall take me out of many waters. {TYNDALE: He sent from on high and fetched me, and plucked me out of mighty waters.}

He maketh my feet like hart's feet, and setteth me up on high. {TYNDALE: And maketh my feet as swift as a hind's, and setteth me fast upon my high hold.}

The LORD also thundered out of the heaven, and the highest gave his thunder, with hailstones and coals of fire. {TYNDALE: The LORD thundered from heaven, and the most high put out his voice.}