²⁰ Thou hast wrought for those trusting in Thee, Before sons of men. Thou hidest them in the secret place of Thy presence, From artifices of man, Thou concealest them in a tabernacle, From the strife of tongues.

⁵ For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.

⁷ Thou `art' a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, `With' songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.

²¹ When the tongue scourgeth thou art hid, And thou art not afraid of destruction, When it cometh.

¹⁴ O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,

¹ He who is dwelling In the secret place of the Most High, In the shade of the Mighty lodgeth habitually,

² He is saying of Jehovah, `My refuge, and my bulwark, my God, I trust in Him,'

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

⁴ With His pinion He covereth thee over, And under His wings thou dost trust, A shield and buckler `is' His truth.

⁵ The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

⁴ he is proud, knowing nothing, but doting about questions and word-striving, out of which doth come envy, strife, evil-speakings, evil-surmisings,

¹⁴ and if bitter zeal ye have, and rivalry in your heart, glory not, nor lie against the truth;

¹⁵ this wisdom is not descending from above, but earthly, physical, demon-like,

¹⁶ for where zeal and rivalry `are', there is insurrection and every evil matter;

⁶ and greater grace he doth give, wherefore he saith, `God against proud ones doth set Himself up, and to lowly ones He doth give grace?'

² Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.

³ Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

⁴ To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

⁴ O the happiness of the man Who hath made Jehovah his trust, And hath not turned unto the proud, And those turning aside to lies.

¹¹ Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

² Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

¹¹ now I have known that Jehovah `is' greater than all the gods, for in the thing they have acted proudly -- `He is' above them!'

⁵ Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

³ They sharpened their tongue as a serpent, Poison of an adder `is' under their lips. Selah.

¹³ as in day-time, let us walk becomingly; not in revellings and drunkennesses, not in chamberings and lasciviousnesses, not in strife and emulation;

⁵ so also the tongue is a little member, and doth boast greatly; lo, a little fire how much wood it doth kindle!

⁶ and the tongue `is' a fire, the world of the unrighteousness, so the tongue is set in our members, which is spotting our whole body, and is setting on fire the course of nature, and is set on fire by the gehenna.

²⁰ idolatry, witchcraft, hatred, strifes, emulations, wraths, rivalries, dissensions, sects,

²⁰ for I fear lest, having come, not such as I wish I may find you, and I -- I may be found by you such as ye do not wish, lest there be strifes, envyings, wraths, revelries, evil-speakings, whisperings, puffings up, insurrections,