Then draw the spear, and close up against my pursuers, Say to my soul, Thy salvation, I am!

Causing wars to cease unto the end of the earth, - The bow, he shivereth, And breaketh in pieces the spear, war-chariots, burneth he up with fire.

My soul, is in the midst of lions, I lie down amidst flames, As for the sons of men, Their teeth, are spear and arrows, And, their tongue, is a sharp sword.

Even the sparrow, hath found a home, And, the swallow, a nest for herself, where she hath laid her young, Thine altars, O Yahweh of hosts, My king and my God!