²⁰ In famine He hath redeemed thee from death, And in battle from the hands of the sword.

¹⁹ To deliver from death their soul, And to keep them alive in famine.

⁶ and ye shall begin to hear of wars, and reports of wars; see, be not troubled, for it behoveth all `these' to come to pass, but the end is not yet.

¹⁷ Though the fig-tree doth not flourish, And there is no produce among vines, Failed hath the work of the olive, And fields have not yielded food, Cut off from the fold hath been the flock, And there is no herd in the stalls.

¹⁴ From the hand of Sheol I do ransom them, From death I redeem them, Where `is' thy plague, O death? Where thy destruction, O Sheol? Repentance is hid from Mine eyes.

¹⁶ He high places doth inhabit, Strongholds of rock `are' his high tower, His bread hath been given, his waters stedfast.

³ Jehovah causeth not the soul of the righteous to hunger, And the desire of the wicked He thrusteth away.

¹⁰ Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

⁷ A brother doth no one at all ransom, He doth not give to God his atonement.

¹⁹ They are not ashamed in a time of evil, And in days of famine they are satisfied.

³ Though a host doth encamp against me, My heart doth not fear, Though war riseth up against me, In this I `am' confident.

⁶ and the ravens are bringing to him bread and flesh in the morning, and bread and flesh in the evening, and of the brook he drinketh.

⁷ and God sendeth me before you, to place of you a remnant in the land, and to give life to you by a great escape;