Только Он — твердыня моя, спасение моё, убежище моё: не поколеблюсь более.
[Пс 61:3 (62)]
How long will you assault me? Would all of you throw me down — this leaning wall, this tottering fence?
How long will all of you attack a man to batter him, like a leaning wall, a tottering fence?
How long will you assail a man, That you may murder him, all of you, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?
So many enemies against one man — all of them trying to kill me. To them I’m just a broken-down wall or a tottering fence.
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 attack a man? You shall be slain, all of you, Like a leaning wall and a tottering fence.
How long will ye assail a man; will ye [seek], all of you, to break him down as a bowing wall or a tottering fence?