and they find pasture, fat and good, and the land broad of sides, and quiet, and safe, for of Ham are those dwelling there before.

I was not safe -- nor was I quiet -- Nor was I at rest -- and trouble cometh!

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

Then hath Jehovah prepared Over every fixed place of Mount Zion, And over her convocations, A cloud by day, and smoke, And the shining of a flaming fire by night, That, over all honour a safe-guard,