Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

Remember, O Yahweh, against the sons of Edom, the day of Jerusalem, - how they continued to say - Overthrow! Overthrow! unto the foundation within it.

In the day I cried unto thee, then didst thou answer me, and didst excite me, in my soul, mightily.

Yahweh, will carry through my cause, - O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.

Thou, hast observed my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou hast given heed to my desire, from afar:

Knowledge, too wonderful, for me! high, I cannot attain to it!

Even darkness, will not conceal from thee, - but, night, like day, will shine, So is the darkness, as the light!

To me, then, how precious have thy desires become, O GOD! How numerous, the heads of them!

Do I not hate, them who hate thee, O Yahweh? And loathe, them who rise up against thee?

With completeness of hatred, I hate them, As enemies, have they become to me.

Who have devised mischiefs in their heart , Every day, do they stir up wars:

Keep me, O Yahweh, from the hands of the lawless one, From the man of violence, wilt thou preserve me, - who have devised, to thrust at my steps:

O Yahweh, My Lord, my saving strength, thou hast screened my head in the day of battle.

Do not grant, O Yahweh, the desires of the lawless one, his device, do not promote, They would exalt themselves. Selah.

Surely, the righteous, shall give thanks to thy Name, the upright shall dwell in thy presence.

O Yahweh, I have cried unto thee, Make thou haste to me, Give ear unto my voice, when I cry to thee.

Let not my heart incline to a matter of wrong, that I should busy myself with practices in lawlessness, with men working iniquity, and let me not eat of their dainties.

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

With my voice - to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice - to Yahweh, make I supplication:

When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, - In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:

O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, - On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands - by myriads, in our open fields:

I will extol thee, my God, O King, and will bless thy Name, to times age-abiding and beyond:

Great is Yahweh - and worthy to be heartily praised, And, his greatness, is unsearchable.

Gracious and compassionate, is Yahweh, - slow to anger, and of great lovingkindness.

Good is Yahweh to all, and, his tender compassions, are over all his works.

To make known to the sons of men, his mighty deeds, and the splendid glory of his kingdom.

Yahweh is ready to uphold all who are falling, and to raise all who are laid prostrate.

The eyes of all, for thee, do wait, and, thou, givest them their food in its season.

Near is Yahweh to all who call upon him, - to all them who call upon him in faithfulness.

I will praise Yahweh while I live! I will make melody to my God while I continue!

Do not ye trust in nobles, in a son of man who hath no deliverance:

His spirit, goeth forth, he returneth to his ground, In that very day, his thoughts perish.

Who made The heavens and the earth, The sea and all that is therein, Who keepeth faithfulness to times age-abiding:

Who executeth justice for the oppressed, who giveth food to the famishing, Yahweh, who liberateth prisoners;

Yahweh, will reign, to times age-abiding, Thy God, O Zion, to generation after generation. Praise ye Yah!

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

Counting the number of the stars, To all of them - names, he giveth.

Yahweh, relieveth the humbled! casting the lawless down to the earth.

Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.

Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass:

Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.

Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee:

Who sendeth his utterance to the earth, How swiftly, runneth his word!

He sendeth forth his word and melteth them, He causeth his wind to blow, the waters, stream along:

He hath not dealt so with any nation, and, his regulations, he maketh not known to them. Praise ye Yah!

So caused he them to stand perpetually - age-abidingly, A decree, hath he given, and it passeth not beyond.

Praise ye Yah, Sing to Yahweh a song that is new, his praise in the convocation of the men of lovingkindness.

Let them praise his Name in the dance, with timbrel and lyre, Let them make music to him.

The high songs of GOD be in their throat, and a two-edged sword in their hand:

To execute an avenging among the nations, rebukes among the peoples:

To bind their kings with fetters, and their honoured ones with iron bands:

To execute upon them the sentence written, An honour, shall it be to all his men of lovingkindness. Praise ye Yah!

Praise him, for his mighty deeds, Praise him, according to his exceeding greatness: