¹² Give to us help from adversity, And vain is the salvation of man.

¹ To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah doth answer thee, In a day of adversity, The name of the God of Jacob doth set thee on high,

² He doth send thy help from the sanctuary, And from Zion doth support thee,

³ He doth remember all thy presents, And thy burnt-offering doth reduce to ashes. Selah.

⁴ He doth give to thee according to thy heart, And all thy counsel doth fulfil.

⁵ We sing of thy salvation, And in the name of our God set up a banner. Jehovah doth fulfil all thy requests.

⁶ Now I have known That Jehovah hath saved His anointed, He answereth him from His holy heavens, With the saving might of His right hand.

⁷ Some of chariots, and some of horses, And we of the name of Jehovah our God Make mention.

⁸ They -- they have bowed and have fallen, And we have risen and station ourselves upright.

⁹ O Jehovah, save the king, He doth answer us in the day we call!

²² Cease for you from man, Whose breath `is' in his nostrils, For -- in what is he esteemed?

³ And the strength of Pharaoh Hath been to you for shame, And the trust in the shadow of Egypt confusion,

⁴ For in Zoan were his princes, And his messengers reach Hanes.

⁵ All he made ashamed of a people that profit not, Neither for help, not for profit, But for shame, and also for reproach!

³ And the Egyptians `are men', and not God, And their horses `are' flesh, and not spirit, And Jehovah stretcheth out His hand, And stumbled hath the helper, And fallen hath the helped one, And together all of them are consumed.

⁵ Thus said Jehovah: Cursed `is' the man who doth trust in man, And hath made flesh his arm, And from Jehovah whose heart turneth.

⁶ And he hath been as a naked thing in a desert, And doth not see when good cometh, And hath inhabited parched places in a wilderness, A salt land, and not inhabited.

⁷ Blessed `is' the man who trusteth in Jehovah, And whose confidence hath been Jehovah.

⁸ And hath been as a tree planted by waters, And by a rivulet he sendeth forth his roots, And he doth not see when heat cometh, And his leaf hath been green, And in a year of dearth he is not sorrowful, Nor doth he cease from making fruit.

¹⁷ While we exist -- consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation `that' saveth not.

¹³ God doth not turn back His anger, Under Him bowed have proud helpers.

² I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.

³ Trust not in princes -- in a son of man, For he hath no deliverance.

⁴ His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.

⁵ O the happiness of him Who hath the God of Jacob for his help, His hope `is' on Jehovah his God,