human
Build thou up a fence of iron, And of stone a castle build us, Round the spot where I am dwelling, And round both sides of my people. Build it up from earth to heaven, Build it down to earth from heaven, As my own, my lifelong dwelling, As my refuge and protection, 430 That the proud may not devour us, And they may not spoil our harvests, In the course of all our lifetime, When the golden moon is shining.