On every side, the lawless, march about, - when worthlessness is exalted by the sons of men.

But You have rejected and humiliated us;
You do not march out with our armies.

March around Zion; encircle her; count her towers.

God, haven’t You rejected us?
God, You do not march out with our armies.

O God, when thou wentest forth before thy people, when thou didst march through the wilderness; Selah:

Righteousness, before him, shall march long, - That he may make, into a way, the steps of its feet.

How happy are the people who know the joyful sound! O Yahweh! in the light of thy countenance, shall they firmly march along;

God, haven’t You rejected us?
God, You do not march out with our armies.

They see your processions, O God -- the processions of my God, my king, who marches along in holy splendor.

Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, - The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.