O Yahweh! lead me in thy righteousness, because of mine adversaries, Make even, before me, thy way:

But, for himself, hath he made ready the weapons so deadly, His arrows, he, so fiery, would make:

Out of the mouth of children and sucklings, hast thou laid a foundation of strength, - because of thine adversaries, to make foe and avenger be still.

What was weak man, that thou shouldst make mention of him? or the son of the earthborn, that thou shouldst set him in charge?

That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, with glory and honour, shouldst crown him?

The longing of the patient, thou hast heard, O Yahweh, Thou wilt establish their heart, Thou wilt make attentive thine ear:

Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, - Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:

For thou wilt cause them to turn their back, Upon thy bow-strings, wilt thou make ready against their face.

But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;

For, he, upon the seas, hath founded it, and upon the currents, doth make it firm.

Unto thee, O Yahweh, do I cry, - and, unto My Lord, do I make supplication:

To the end that mine honour should make melody unto thee, and not be silent. O Yahweh, my God! Unto times age-abiding, will I praise thee.

I will make thee discreet, I will point out to thee the way which thou must go, I will fix upon thee mine eye.

Give ye thanks unto Yahweh with the lyre, With a harp of ten strings, make ye music unto him.

Contend, O Yahweh, with them who contend with me, Make war upon them who make war upon me.

Make haste to help me, My Lord, my deliverance!

From all my transgressions, rescue thou me, - The reproach of the base, oh do not make me!

Be pleased, O Yahweh, to rescue me, O Yahweh! to help me, make haste!

Thou dust make us, A reproach to our neighbours, A mockery and a derision to them who are round about us:

Thou dust make us, A by-word among the nations, - A shaking of the head among the peoples.

Instead of thy fathers, be thy sons, Thou shalt make them rulers in all the earth.

Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And, from my sin, make me pure;

O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower.

O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower, my God of lovingkindness.

Make a joyful noise unto God, all the earth;

Sing ye to God, Make music of his Name, - Lift up (a song), to him that rideth through the waste plains, - Since Yah is his name, exult ye before him.

Be pleased O God, to rescue me, O Yahweh, to help me - make haste.

O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!

I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord - Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness - thine alone.

I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, - I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;

My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;

With my voice - unto God, will I make outcry, With my voice unto God, and he will give ear unto me;

When he set up a testimony in Jacob, And, a law, appointed in Israel, - Which he commanded our fathers, That they might make them known to their children;

Thou dost make us an object of contention to our neighbours, And, our foes, find mockery for themselves.

Thou didst make a clear space before it, So it rooted well its roots, and filled up the land;

Deliver the weak sad the needy, Out of the hand of the lawless, make rescue.

Make them like Midian, like Sisera, like Jabin, by the torrent of Kishon;

Make them - their nobles - like Oreb and like Zeeb, And, like Zebah and like Zalmunna, all their princes:

O my God, make them, As whirling dust , As chaff before a wind;

Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.

Righteousness, before him, shall march long, - That he may make, into a way, the steps of its feet.

The lovingkindnesses of Yahweh, age-abidingly will I sing, To generation after generation, will I make known thy faithfulness with my mouth.

No foe shall make exactions on him, Nor shall, a son of perversity, humiliate him;

Make us glad, according to, The days thou hast humbled us, The years we have seen misfortune:

Who will rise up for me, against the evil-doers? Who will make a stand for me, against the workers of iniquity?

They make an attack on the life of the righteous one, - And, innocent blood, they condemn.

Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation!

Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;

Shout aloud to Yahweh, all the earth, Break forth and make a joyful noise and sweep the strings;

Let, the floods, clap their hands, Together, let, the mountains, make a joyful noise,

Make a joyful noise to Yahweh, all the earth:

A perverse heart, shall depart from me, A maker of mischief, will I not acknowledge;

Give ye thanks to Yahweh, Call upon his Name, Make known, among the peoples, his doings;

Sing ye to him, Make ye music to him, Speak ye of all his wonders.

Make your boast in his holy Name, Joyful be the heart of them who are seeking Yahweh.

Yet he saved them, for the sake of his Name, to make known his mighty power;

Then make they outcry to Yahweh in their peril, and, out of their distresses, he saveth them.

Then make they outcry to Yahweh in their peril, and, out of their distresses, he bringeth them forth,

The declaration of Yahweh to my Lord - Sit thou at my right hand, Until I make thy foes thy footstool.

Their hands! but they feel not Their feet! but they walk not, No sound make they in their throat.

Like unto them, shall be they who make them, Every one who trusteth in them.

All nations, have compassed me about, In the Name of Yahweh, surely I will make them be circumcised;

They have compassed me about - yea compassed me about, In the Name of Yahweh, surely I will make them be circumcised;

They have compassed me about like wax bees, they have blazed up like the fire of thorns, In the Name of Yahweh, surely I will make them be circumcised.

Beyond mine enemies, will thy commandment make me wise, for, age-abidingly, shall it be mine.

Blessing in abundance, have the lovers of thy law, and nothing to make them stumble.

O Yahweh, I have cried unto thee, Make thou haste to me, Give ear unto my voice, when I cry to thee.

With my voice - to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice - to Yahweh, make I supplication:

O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, - On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

To make known to the sons of men, his mighty deeds, and the splendid glory of his kingdom.

I will praise Yahweh while I live! I will make melody to my God while I continue!

Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, - For it is delightful, seemly is praise!

Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.

Let them praise his Name in the dance, with timbrel and lyre, Let them make music to him.