Of the toil of weak mortals, have they none, Nor, with the sons of earth, are they hard smitten.

Therefore must his people return thither, And, the waters of abundance, are drained by them;

Lo! these, are the lawless, Who are secure for an age, They have attained unto wealth.

For lo! they who are far from thee, shall perish, Thou hast put an end to every one who wandered unchastely from thee.

Have respect to thy covenant, For the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of violence.

At thy rebuke, O God of Jacob, Stunned are the horsemen.

Vow and pay, unto Yahweh your God, - Let, all who are round about him, bear along a gift unto him who is to be revered.

We have become, A reproach to our neighbours, - A mockery and a derision, to them who are round about us.

Let the groaning of the prisoner, come in before thee, - According to the greatness of thine arm, Set free them who are appointed to death.

I, said, Gods, ye are, Yea, sons of the Highest, are ye all;

How lovely are thy habitations, O Yahweh of hosts!

How happy are they who abide in thy house, - Still are they praising thee. Selah.

How happy the men whose strength is in thee, Festive processions are in their heart.

Glorious things, are to be spoken of thee, O city of God. Selah.

As well the singers as the flute-players are saying , - All my springs, are in thee!

Among the dead, is my couch, - Like the slain that lie in the grave, Where thou rememberest them no more, Yea, they, from thy hand, are cut off;

Thou hast far removed from me, lover and friend, Mine acquaintances, are in darkness.

A GOD inspiring awe in the circle of the holy ones, exceedingly, And to be reverenced above all who are round about him.

Thine, are the heavens, Yea, thine, the earth, The world and the fulness thereof, Thou, didst found them;

Righteousness and justice, are the establishing of thy throne, Lovingkindness and faithfulness, go before thy face.

How happy are the people who know the joyful sound! O Yahweh! in the light of thy countenance, shall they firmly march along;

Where are thy former lovingkindnesses, O My Lord? Thou didst swear unto David, in thy faithfulness!

For, a thousand years, in thine eyes, are , As yesterday, in that it passed away, Or as a watch in the night.

Thou hast snatched them away, A sleep, do they become, In the morning, they are like grass that shooteth up,

For we are consumed in thine anger, And, in thy wrath, are we dismayed;

How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, How very deep are laid thy plans!

They who are planted in the house of Yahweh, In the courts of our God, shall flourish;

With the sounds of many waters, Majestic are the breakers of the sea, Majestic on high, is Yahweh.

Thy testimonies, are strongly confirmed, To thy house, befitting is holiness, O Yahweh - to length of days.

Yahweh, knoweth the plans of men, That, they, are a breath!

In whose hand, are the hidden recesses of the earth, And, the peaks of the mountains, are his;

For, he, is our God, And, we, are the people of his pasture, and the flock of his hand? To-day, if, to his voice, ye will hearken,

Forty years, loathed I that generation, So I said - A people going astray in heart, they are, Even they, have not known my ways!

For, all the gods of the peoples, are things of nought - But, Yahweh, made, the heavens.

Praise and majesty, are before him, Strength and beauty, are in his sanctuary.

Clouds and thick darkness, are round about him, Righteousness and justice, are the establishing of his throne.

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

All the day, have mine enemies, reproached me, And, they who are mad against me, by me, have sworn.

My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.

I said, O my GOD, do not remove me in the midst of my days, Throughout the generation of generations, are thy years;

Of old - the earth, thou didst found, And, the work of thy hands, are the heavens;

For, as the heavens are exalted over the earth, His lovingkindness hath prevailed over them who revere him;

For, he, knoweth how we are formed, He is mindful that, dust, we are.

As for man, like grass, are his days, Like the blossom of the field, so, doth he blossom;

Bounds, hast thou set, which they are not to pass over, They are not to return to cover the earth.

Satisfied are, The trees of Yahweh, The cedars of Lebanon, which he hath planted;

The high mountains, are for the chamois, The crags, are a refuge for the conies.

This sea here, is great and broad on both hands, - Wherein are creeping things, even without number, Living things, small with great;

Thou givest unto them, they gather, Thou openest thy hand, they are satisfied with good.

Thou hidest thy face, they are dismayed, Thou withdrawest their spirit, They cease to breathe, And, unto their own dust, do they return:

Thou sendest forth thy spirit, they are created, And thou renewest the face of the ground.

Make your boast in his holy Name, Joyful be the heart of them who are seeking Yahweh.

Yahweh himself, is our God, Through all the land, are his just decision.

The perverse, by reason of their transgression, and on account of their iniquities, are afflicted;

He calmeth the storm to a whisper, and silent are their rolling waves:

Then are they glad, because they are hushed, And he guideth them unto their desired haven.

For, the mouth of the lawless one and the mouth of the deceiver, against me, are open, They have spoken to me with false tongue;

This, be the reward of mine accusers, from Yahweh, even of them who are speaking wrongfully against my life.

Great are the works of Yahweh, sought out, by all who find pleasure therein.

The works of his hands, are faithful and just, Firm are all his precepts;

Their idols, are silver and gold, the works of the hands of men, -

Blessed are ye of Yahweh, who made the heavens and the earth:

I, said in mine alarm, All men, are false!

This, is the gate for Yahweh, Such as are righteous, shall enter therein.

Yea, thy testimonies, are my dear delight, My counsellors.

Cause to pass away my reproach, that I have feared, for, thy regulations, are good.

I know, O Yahweh, that righteous are thy regulations, and, in faithfulness, didst thou afflict me.

How few are the days of thy servant! When wilt thou execute sentence on my persecutors?

Insolent men digged for me pits, men who are not according to thy law.

All thy commandments, are faithful, With falsehood, have they persecuted me, O help me!

By thy regulations, do they stand to-day, for, all, are thy servants.

Beyond all my teachers, have I shown discretion, for, thy testimonies, are my meditation.

As an inheritance have I taken thy testimonies unto times age-abiding, for, the joy of my heart, they are.

[PE] Wonderful are thy testimonies, For this cause, hath my soul observed them.

[ZADHE] Righteous art thou, O Yahweh, - and, equitable, are thy regulations.

Straitness and distress, have befallen me, Thy commandments, are my dear delights.

Righteous are thy testimonies, unto times age-abiding, Give me understanding, that I may live.

Near art thou, O Yahweh, and, all thy commandments, are truth.

Thy compassions, are great, O Yahweh, According to thy regulations, give me life.

Many, are my persecutors and mine adversaries, From thy testimonies, have I not swerved.

I have kept thy precepts, and thy testimonies, For, all my ways, are before thee.

My tongue, shall respond, with thy word, For, all thy commandments, are righteous.

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

For there are set - Thrones for justice, Thrones for the house David.

Show us favour, O Yahweh, show us favour, for, exceedingly, are we sated with contempt:

Our soul, as a bird, hath escaped from the snare of the fowlers, The snare, is broken, and, we, are escaped:

They who trust in Yahweh, are like Mount Zion, which shall not be shaken, Age-abidingly, shall it remain.

Do good, O Yahweh, unto such as are good, even unto such as are upright in their hearts.

Yahweh, hath done great things with us, we are full of joy!

They who are sowing with tears, with shouting, shall reap:

Lo! an inheritance from Yahweh, are children, A reward, the fruit of the womb:

As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men.

O Yahweh, my heart, is not haughty, nor are mine eyes, lofty, neither have I moved among great matters, or among affairs too wonderful for me.

The idols of the nations, are silver and gold, the work of the hands of men:

I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing them intently!

As when one plougheth and furroweth the earth, Scattered about, are our bones at the mouth of hades!

Surely, unto thee, O Yahweh, My Lord, are mine eyes, In thee, have I sought refuge, Do not pour out my life.

They who are lawless, shall fall into the nooses thereof, while, I, at the same time, pass on.

Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, - Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.