He makes my feet like hinds’ feet,
And sets me upon my high places.

For they provoked Him with their high places
And aroused His jealousy with their graven images.

There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God,
The holy dwelling places of the Most High.

He sits in the lurking places of the villages;
In the hiding places he kills the innocent;
His eyes stealthily watch for the unfortunate.