^{18 Ref} Thy heart doth meditate terror, Where `is' he who is counting? Where `is' he who is weighing? Where `is' he who is counting the towers?

^{19 Ref} The strong people thou seest not, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.

^{20 Ref} See Zion, the city of our meetings, Thine eyes see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, Not removed are its pins for ever, And none of its cords are broken.