My hiding place and my shield `art' Thou, For Thy word I have hoped.
And Thou takest not utterly away From my mouth the word of truth, Because for Thy judgment I have hoped.
Those fearing Thee see me and rejoice, Because for Thy word I have hoped.
`Kaph.' Consumed for Thy salvation hath been my soul, For Thy word I have hoped.
And Thou, O Jehovah, `art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
Thou `art' a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, `With' songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.
For a sun and a shield `is' Jehovah God, Grace and honour doth Jehovah give. He withholdeth not good To those walking in uprightness.
And each hath been as a hiding-place `from' wind, And as a secret hiding-place `from' inundation, As rivulets of waters in a dry place, As a shadow of a heavy rock in a weary land.