O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him.
Enter ye his gates, with thanksgiving, his courts, with praise, Give ye thanks to him, bless ye his Name;
Wherewith, shall I come before Yahweh? bow myself to God on high? Shall I come before him with ascending-sacrifice? with calves of a year old?
In distress, is any among you? Let him pray; Cheerful, is any? Let him strike the strings;
When, the assembly of peoples, gather round thee, then, above it - on high, do thou return!
Rise, Yahweh! Confront his face, Bring him down, Deliver my soul from the lawless one who is thy sword:
Sing ye to him, Make ye music to him, Speak ye of all his wonders.
Then shall they come in and shall shout in triumph on the height of Zion, And shall stream unto the goodness of Yahweh To the wheat, and to the new wine, and to the oil, and to the young of the flocks and of the herds, - So shall their soul become like a garden well watered, And they shall not again languish any more.
Speaking to yourselves, with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs; singing, and striking the strings, with your heart unto the Lord;