Salmos 62

Oui, c’est lui qui est mon rocher et mon salut; Ma haute retraite: je ne chancellerai guère.

¿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?