), 'QHQ STANZA 1. Release me, my GOD, from my foes, Protect me from those who assail; Set me free from the doers of wrong, And save from these blood-thirstyomen; For see how they hunt for my life, Their forces against me collect, Not, LORD, for my fault or my sin! Srarxza 2. They prepare to attack without cause, Arise, and come forward and see! And You, O Lonn‘Gon, of the Hosts, Awaken, O Israe1’s Gon l Unpitying visit these men, All those who deceive and betrayl S;rANzA 3. They return with dusk,—-grin like dogs, And then they encircle my house. And, look, how they foam at the mouth, And the slaver runs down from their jaws! But You, Loan, about them can smile, You laugh all the day at the rogues. io You are strong !·-—-I will trust upon You ; For Gon is Himself, my defence. xr My GGD with His mercy precedes, My Gon protects me from my foes! I2 Slay them not, lest my People forget, But disperse and o’erthrow by Your might, The Loan suggest this exclamation is an old Rabbirfs Il would comment, for it breaks the verse.-··F. F; ¤;¤¤Q_ 707
