Thou enlargest my step under me, And mine ankles have not slidden.
And He bringeth me out to a large place, He draweth me out for He delighted in me.
He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.
To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.
To the Overseer with Stringed Instruments. -- A Psalm of David. In my calling answer Thou me, O God of my righteousness. In adversity Thou gavest enlargement to me; Favour me, and hear my prayer.
If I have said, `My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.
In thy walking thy step is not straitened, And if thou runnest, thou stumblest not.
The feet of His saints He keepeth, And the wicked in darkness are silent, For not by power doth man become mighty.