²⁶ For Jehovah is at thy side, And He hath kept thy foot from capture.

⁹ The feet of His saints He keepeth, And the wicked in darkness are silent, For not by power doth man become mighty.

³ For He delivereth thee from the snare of a fowler, From a calamitous pestilence.

⁹ (For Thou, O Jehovah, `art' my refuge,) The Most High thou madest thy habitation.

¹⁰ Evil happeneth not unto thee, And a plague cometh not near thy tent,

²⁶ In the fear of Jehovah `is' strong confidence, And to His sons there is a refuge.

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.

¹⁸ Yet I, in Jehovah I exult, I do joy in the God of my salvation.