6 For this doth every saintly one pray to Thee, As the time to find. Surely at an overflowing of many waters, Unto him they come not.
7 Thou 'art' a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, 'With' songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.
8 I cause thee to act wisely, And direct thee in the way that thou goest, I cause mine eye to take counsel concerning thee.
9 Be ye not as a horse -- as a mule, Without understanding, With bridle and bit, its ornaments, to curb, Not to come near unto thee.
10 Many 'are' the pains of the wicked; As to him who is trusting in Jehovah, Kindness doth compass him.
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