My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands - by myriads, in our open fields:

And know ye that Jehovah separated the kind one to himself: Jehovah will hear in my calling to him.