Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish by the way, for soon might be kindled his anger, - How happy are all who seek refuge in him!

Lest one tear, as a lion, my soul, - and there be no deliverer to rescue.

That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, with glory and honour, shouldst crown him?

Have regard! answer me O Yahweh my God, - Light up mine eyes, lest I sleep on into death:

Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed over him! and, mine adversaries, exult, that I totter.

Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, O my Rock! do not turn in silence from me, - lest, if thou turn from me in silence, I be like them who go down into the pit.

For I said, Lest they rejoice over me! When my feet were tottering, against me, have they magnified themselves:

Understand this, I pray you, ye forgetters of GOD, Lest I tear in pieces, and there be none to deliver: -

Do not slay them, lest my people forget, Cause them to wander by thy strength, and prostrate them, Thou our shield, O Lord!

Rescue me out of the mire, lest I sink, Let me be rescued, From my haters, and, From abysses of waters:

On hands, will they bear thee up, Lest thou strike, against a stone, thy foot;

For the sceptre of lawlessness shall not remain over the allotment of the righteous, - lest the righteous put forth - unto perversity - their hands.