Though they intend evil against you, devising plots, they will not succeed,
You girded me with valor for war, subjugated my opponents beneath me.
They devise wicked schemes, conceal the schemes they devise; the designs of their hearts are hidden.
He bent his bow, and set me up as a target for his arrow.
My wanderings you have noted; are my tears not stored in your flask, recorded in your book?
But now you have rejected and disgraced us; you do not march out with our armies.
I will delight and rejoice in you; I will sing hymns to your name, Most High.
If I sin, what do I do to you, O watcher of mortals? Why have you made me your target? Why should I be a burden for you?
The Lord thundered from heaven; the Most High made his voice resound.
Form a plan, it shall be thwarted; make a resolve, it shall not be carried out, for “With us is God!” Disciples of Isaiah.