The sorrows of death surrounded me, and the torrents of iniquity dismayed me.
Hold up my goings in thy paths, that my footsteps slip not.
My steps have held closely to Your paths [to the tracks of the One Who has gone on before]; my feet have not slipped.
My steps have held fast to thy paths, My feet have not slipped.
My steps are set firmly on your paths; my feet haven’t slipped.
The sorrows of death surrounded me: and the torrents of iniquity troubled me.
My steps have held fast to your paths; my feet have not slipped.
My feet have been following his footsteps; I have kept to his way and have not strayed from it.
Jerusalem has been built as a city, whose participation is unto itself.
Let peace be in your virtue, and abundance in your towers.
They will remember your name always, for generation after generation. Because of this, people will confess to you in eternity, even forever and ever.
I know, O Lord, that the way of man is not his own. Neither is it given to man to walk and to direct his own steps.
He will preserve the feet of his holy ones, and the impious will be silenced in darkness. For no man will prevail by his own strength.