A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.
He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.
A growling lion, and a ranging bear, Is the wicked ruler over a poor people.
Blessed is Jehovah, For He hath made marvellous His kindness To me in a city of bulwarks.
Though a host doth encamp against me, My heart doth not fear, Though war riseth up against me, In this I am confident.
because I am with thee, and no one shall set on thee to do thee evil; because I have much people in this city;'