18 Thy heart doth meditate terror, Where 'is' he who is counting? Where 'is' he who is weighing? Where 'is' he who is counting the towers?
19 The strong people thou seest not, A people deeper of lip than to be understood, Of a scorned tongue, there is no understanding.
20 See Zion, the city of our meetings, Thine eyes see Jerusalem a quiet habitation, A tent not taken down, Not removed are its pins for ever, And none of its cords are broken.
21 But there mighty 'is' Jehovah for us, A place of rivers -- streams broad of sides, No ship with oars doth go into it, And a mighty ship doth not pass over it.
22 For Jehovah our judge, Jehovah our lawgiver, Jehovah our king -- He doth save us.
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