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