Your volk is casting stones at me, they are stoning me. But I stand, I stand oh Abba Father, free against the whole world.

I know the bitter resentment, thrown at me, as a person, with so many scathing words. But I stand my stand oh Father, free against the world.

Many compatriots avoided me like the pestilence and so often I have suffered for Your Word oh Father. But I stand, I stand oh Father, free against the entire world. So often I bit the dust under the haughtiness, I was denounced as everything that is evil. But I stand my stand, oh Father, free against the onslaughts of the whole world.

The churches hate me, nose in the air they look past me. But I stand, I stand oh Abba Father, free against all these congregations. Humankind despises me, they wish they can kill me and get me down. But I stand, I stand – through Your mercy, oh my Heavenly Father, free against the entire world.

Yes, your volk is casting stones at me, daily they stone me. They may kill my body, but Your Precious Word will stay eternally inside me.