¹ Praise ye Yah, For it is good, to make melody to our GOD, - For it is delightful, seemly is praise!

² Yahweh, is building Jerusalem, The outcasts of Israel, will he gather together. ³ He is healing the broken in heart, - and binding up their hurts. ⁴ Counting the number of the stars, To all of them - names, he giveth. ⁵ Great is our Lord, and of abounding strength, And, his knowledge, cannot be expressed. ⁶ Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.

⁷ Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre. ⁸ Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass: ⁹ Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.

¹⁰ Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure: ¹¹ Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.

¹² Laud thou, O Jerusalem, Yahweh, Praise thy God, O Zion: ¹³ For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst: ¹⁴ Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:

¹⁵ Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word! ¹⁶ Who giveth snow like wool, Hoar-frost - like ashes, he scattereth: ¹⁷ Casting forth his ice like crumbs, Before his cold, who can stand? ¹⁸ He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:

¹⁹ Declaring his word unto Jacob, His statutes and his regulations, unto Israel. ²⁰ He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!