That they may at the perfect man in secret aim their shot; Yea, suddenly they dare at him to shoot, and fear it not.
The Lord shall hear, and them afflict, of old who hath abode: Because they never changes have, therefore they fear not God.
For, lo, the wicked bend their bow, their shafts on string they fit, That those who upright are in heart they privily may hit.
God shall an arrow shoot at them, and wound them suddenly:
Cast thou thy burden on the Lord, and he shall thee sustain; Yea, he shall cause the righteous man unmoved to remain.
Be thou exalted very high above the heav'ns, O God; Let thou thy glory be advanc'd o'er all the earth abroad.