1 How happy is he whose transgression is forgiven! whose sin is pardoned! 2 How happy the son of earth, to whom Yahweh will not reckon iniquity! and in whose spirit is no guile!
3 When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day; 4 For, day and night, heavy upon me, was thy hand, - Changed was my life-sap into the drought of summer. Selah. 5 My sin, would I own unto thee, and, mine iniquity, not hide, I said, I will confess my transgressions unto Yahweh, And, thou, didst forgive the iniquity of my sin. Selah.
6 For this cause, will every man of lovingkindness pray unto thee, in time to obtain, - Surely, in the overflow of many waters, unto him, shall they not reach. 7 Thou, art a hiding-place for me, From distress, wilt thou preserve me, - With shouts of deliverance, wilt thou compass me about. Selah.
8 I will make thee discreet, I will point out to thee the way which thou must go, I will fix upon thee mine eye. 9 Do not ye become like a horse, like a mule, without discernment, - With the bit and bridle of his mouth, hast thou to restrain him, - He will not come near unto thee.