¹⁴ Treacherous souls return to the city in the evening;
    they prowl about,
    howling like dogs.
¹⁵ They search through the city, scavenging for meat
    as they growl and grumble in dissatisfaction.

¹⁶ But me? I will sing of Your strength.
    I will awake with the sun to sing of Your loving mercy
Because in my most troubled hour,
    You defended me. You were my shelter.