For the choir director. A Psalm of David.
The heavens are telling of the glory of God;
And their expanse is declaring the work of His hands.

The law of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul;
The testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart
Be acceptable in Your sight,
O Lord, my rock and my Redeemer.

Day to day pours forth speech,
And night to night reveals knowledge.

The precepts of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart;
The commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.

Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their utterances to the end of the world.
In them He has placed a tent for the sun,

The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever;
The judgments of the Lord are true; they are righteous altogether.

Who can discern his errors? Acquit me of hidden faults.

They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb.

Also keep back Your servant from presumptuous sins;
Let them not rule over me;
Then I will be blameless,
And I shall be acquitted of great transgression.

Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber;
It rejoices as a strong man to run his course.

There is no speech, nor are there words;
Their voice is not heard.

Moreover, by them Your servant is warned;
In keeping them there is great reward.

Its rising is from one end of the heavens,
And its circuit to the other end of them;
And there is nothing hidden from its heat.