Happy [art] thou, O Israel: who [is] like unto thee, O people saved by the LORD, the shield of thy help, and who [is] the sword of thy excellency! and thine enemies shall be found liars unto thee; and thou shalt tread upon their high places.
Ver. 29. Happy art thou, O Israel.] Or, Oh the happinesses of thee, O Israel! the μυριομακαριοτης, the heaped up happiness!
Who is like unto thee!] The saints are the world's paragons, yea, such as the world is not worthy of; Heb 11:1-40 that is, saith Chrysostom, Take all the men of the world, they are not worth one of the people of God, though never so mean in regard of outwards.
Shall be found liars.] Shall feign to be friends for fear, and shall yield a forced obedience. See Psalms 18:45 .