Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

Lest mine enemy say, 'I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.

By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.

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

Understand this, I pray you, Ye who are forgetting God, Lest I tear, and there is no deliverer.

Slay them not, lest my people forget, Shake them by Thy strength, And bring them down, O Lord our shield.

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