How happy the nation whose God is, Yahweh, The people he hath chosen as his own inheritance!

By the word of Yahweh, the heavens were made, and, by the spirit of his mouth, all their host:

Shout for joy, ye righteous, in Yahweh, To the upright, seemly is praise.

For right is the word of Yahweh, and, all his wok, is in faithfulness:

The counsel of Yahweh, to times age-abiding, shall stand, The devices of his heart, from generation to generation.

Sing unto him, a song that is new, With skill, sweep the strings, with loud noise.

Lo! the eye of Yahweh, is toward them who revere him, unto such as are waiting for his lovingkindness:

Our own soul, hath waited for Yahweh, Our help and our shield, is he!

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

For, he, spake, and it was, He, commanded, and it stood forth.

Who loveth righteousness and justice, With the lovingkindness of Yahweh, the earth is full.

Yahweh, hath frustrated the counsel of nations, hath brought to nothing the devices of peoples.

Out of the heavens, hath Yahweh looked, He hath seen all the sons of men:

Let all the earth, stand in awe of Yahweh, Of him, be in dread, all ye inhabitants of the world;

Be thy lovingkindness, O Yahweh, upon us, According as we have waited for thee.

Not a king, can be saved by greatness of force, nor, hero, deliver himself by greatness of strength:

For, in him, shall our heart rejoice, For, in his holy Name, have we trusted.

Out of his settled place of abode, hath he fixed his gaze on all the inhabitants of the earth:

Who gathered as into a skin-bottle the waters of the sea, Delivering, into treasuries, the roaring deeps.

Who fashioneth their heart all together, Who understandeth all their doings.

A deception, is the horse, for victory, and, by his great strength, shall he not deliver.

To rescue, from death, their soul, and to keep them alive in famine.