Brandish the spear and block those who pursue me. Tell my soul, "I am your salvation."

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

He makes wars cease to the end of the earth. He breaks the bow, and shatters the spear. He burns the chariots in the fire.

He made a path for his anger. He didn't spare their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence,

Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, Yahweh of Armies, my King, and my God.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.