⁷ Lord, when you favored me, you made my royal mountain[1] stand firm; but when you hid your face, I was dismayed.

⁷ Lord, by your grace you have kept my mountain strong: when your face was turned from me I was troubled.

⁷ Jehovah, by thy favour thou hadst made my mountain to stand strong: thou didst hide thy face; I was troubled.

⁷ I'm God's favorite. He made me king of the mountain." Then you looked the other way and I fell to pieces.