He pursueth them, he passeth over in safety A path with his feet he entereth not.
And thou hast known that thy tent is peace, And inspected thy habitation, and errest not,
Who stirred up from the east a righteous one? He calleth him to His foot, He giveth before him nations, And kings He causeth him to rule, He giveth them as dust to his sword, As driven stubble to his bow.
Who hath wrought and done, Calling the generations from the first? I, Jehovah, the first, and with the last I am He.
He entereth into peace, they rest on their beds, Each is going straightforward.