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.
11 Be glad in Jehovah, and rejoice, ye righteous, And sing, all ye upright of heart!
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