Made darkness his hiding-place, Round about him - his pavilion, Darkness of waters, clouds of vapours.

For he will hide me in his pavilion, in the day of calamity, - He will conceal me, in the secrecy of his tent, Within a rock, will he set me on high.

Thou wilt conceal them, in the secrecy of thine own presence, from the conspiracies of men, - Thou wilt hide them in a pavilion, from the strife of tongues.

Now hath come into Salem, his pavilion, And his dwelling-place into Zion.