4. I find myself in a pride of lionswho are wild for a taste of human flesh;Their teeth are lances and arrows,their tongues are sharp daggers.
5. Soar high in the skies, O God!Cover the whole earth with your glory!
6. They booby-trapped my path;I thought I was dead and done for.They dug a mantrap to catch me,and fell in headlong themselves.
7-8. I’m ready, God, so ready,ready from head to toe,Ready to sing, ready to raise a tune:“Wake up, soul!Wake up, harp! wake up, lute!Wake up, you sleepyhead sun!”