Why do the nations rage, And the peoples meditate a vain thing?
O my God, make them like the whirling dust; As stubble before the wind.
Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.
He that giveth heed unto the word shall find good; And whoso trusteth in Jehovah, happy is he.
Blessed is the man that trusteth in Jehovah, and whose trust Jehovah is.