Blessed `is' Jehovah who hath not given us, A prey to their teeth.
Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.
From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.
`And now, let not my blood fall to the earth over-against the face of Jehovah, for the king of Israel hath come out to seek one flea, as `one' pursueth the partridge in mountains.'