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

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;

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