For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

To the Overseer. -- By sons of Korah. A Psalm. Thou hast accepted, O Jehovah, Thy land, Thou hast turned to the captivity of Jacob.

If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

For his soul in his life he blesseth, (And they praise thee when thou dost well for thyself.)

He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.

Before your pots discern the bramble, As well the raw as the heated He whirleth away.