7Thou art a hiding-place for me, From distress Thou dost keep me, With songs of deliverance dost compass me. Selah.
8I cause thee to act wisely, And direct thee in the way that thou goest, I cause mine eye to take counsel concerning thee.
9Be ye not as a horse — as a mule, Without understanding, With bridle and bit, its ornaments, to curb, Not to come near unto thee.