Salmos 62

Denn er ist mein Hort, meine Hilfe, mein Schutz, daß mich kein Fall sturzen wird, wie graft er ist.

¿Hasta cuándo maquinaréis contra un hombre? Pereceréis todos vosotros, caeréis como pared acostada, como cerca ruinosa.

How long will ye imagine mischief against a man? ye shall be slain all of you: as a bowing wall shall ye be, and as a tottering fence.

How long will you assault a man? Would all of you throw him down, like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?