3I, Jehovah, am its keeper, every moment I water it, Lest any lay a charge against it, Night and day I keep it!
4Fury is not in Me; Who giveth Me a brier -- a thorn in battle? I step into it, I burn it at once.
5Or -- he doth take hold on My strength, He doth make peace with Me, Peace he doth make with Me.
6Those coming in He causeth to take root, Jacob doth blossom, and flourished hath Israel, And they have filled the face of the world [with] increase.
7As the smiting of his smiter hath He smitten him? As the slaying of his slain doth He slay?
8In measure, in sending it forth, thou strivest with it, He hath taken away by His sharp wind, In the day of an east wind,
9Therefore by this is the iniquity of Jacob covered, And this [is] all the fruit -- To take away his sin, in His setting all the stones of an altar, As chalkstones beaten in pieces, They rise not -- shrines and images.
