Also -- when I walk in a valley of death-shade, I fear no evil, for Thou art with me, Thy rod and Thy staff -- they comfort me.

Remember Thy company. Thou didst purchase of old, Thou didst redeem the rod of Thy inheritance, This mount Zion -- Thou didst dwell in it.

I have looked after with a rod their transgression, And with strokes their iniquity,

The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.

For the rod of wickedness resteth not On the lot of the righteous, That the righteous put not forth on iniquity their hands.