In Jehovah doth my soul boast herself, Hear do the humble and rejoice.

Thy righteousness is as mountains of God, Thy judgments are a great deep. Man and beast Thou savest, O Jehovah.

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

For Mine is every beast of the forest, The cattle on the hills of oxen.

I have known every fowl of the mountains, And the wild beast of the field is with Me.

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

The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!

Rebuke a beast of the reeds, a company of bulls, With calves of the peoples, Each humbling himself with pieces of silver, Scatter Thou peoples delighting in conflicts.

And I am brutish, and do not know. A beast I have been with Thee.

They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

A boar out of the forest doth waste it, And a wild beast of the fields consumeth it.

There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god.

They utter -- they speak an old saw, All working iniquity do boast themselves.

They water every beast of the field, Wild asses break their thirst.

Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep.

Boast yourselves in His Holy Name, The heart of those seeking Jehovah rejoiceth.

To look on the good of Thy chosen ones, To rejoice in the joy of Thy nation, To boast myself with Thine inheritance.

Who smote the first-born of Egypt, From man unto beast.

Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

The wild beast, and all cattle, Creeping thing, and winged bird,