27. With the pure Thou shewest Thyself pure, And with the perverse Thou shewest Thyself a wrestler.
28. And the poor people Thou dost save, And Thine eyes on the high causest to fall.
29. For Thou [art] my lamp, O Jehovah, And Jehovah doth lighten my darkness.
30. For by Thee I run--a troop, By my God I leap a wall.
31. God! Perfect [is] His way, The saying of Jehovah is tried, A shield He [is] to all those trusting in Him.
32. For who is God save Jehovah? And who a Rock save our God?
33. God--my bulwark, [my] strength, And He maketh perfect my way;
34. Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand,
35. Teaching my hands for battle, And brought down was a bow of brass by mine arms,