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

³ Be to me for a rock -- a habitation, To go in continually, Thou hast given command to save me, For my rock and my bulwark `art' Thou.

¹ A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, a habitation Thou -- Thou hast been, To us -- in generation and generation,

⁴ Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

⁵ I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.'

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,'

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

⁶ Making the heavens and earth, The sea and all that `is' in them, Who is keeping truth to the age,