But -- in the law of Jehovah is his delight, And in His law he doth meditate by day and by night:

Not so the wicked: But -- as chaff that wind driveth away!

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

And I -- I have said in my haste, 'I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.

But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade.

But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.

And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!

But God hath heard, He hath attended to the voice of my prayer.

But God is judge, This He maketh low -- and this He lifteth up.

And place in God their confidence, And forget not the doings of God, But keep His commands.

But, My people hearkened not to My voice, And Israel hath not consented to Me.

Those hating Jehovah feign obedience to Him, But their time is -- to the age.

But as man ye die, and as one of the heads ye fall,

But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,

In their being few in number, But a few, and sojourners in it.

Not to us, O Jehovah, not to us, But to Thy name give honour, For Thy kindness, for Thy truth.

Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;

I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,

But with Thee is forgiveness, that Thou mayest be feared.

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, are mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.