Let me tell of a decree, - Yahweh, hath said unto me, My son, thou art, I, to-day, have begotten thee:

In peace, will I lay me down and at once sleep; for, thou, Yahweh alone, wilt cause me, in security, to dwell.

Let an enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it, that he may tread down, to the earth, my life, - and, mine honour - in the dust, he may cause to dwell. Selah.

Sing ye praise to Yahweh, who is seated in Zion, Tell among the peoples his doings.

I pursued my foes, and overtook them, and returned not, till they were consumed:

I may tell all my bones, They, look for - they behold me!

Surely, goodness and lovingkindness, will pursue me, all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of Yahweh, evermore.

To Yahweh, belongeth, The earth and the fulness thereof, The world, and they who dwell therein;

One thing, have I asked of Yahweh, That, will I seek to secure, - That I may dwell in the house of Yahweh, all the days of my life, To view the delightfulness of Yahweh, And to contemplate in his temple.

Trust in Yahweh, and do good, Dwell in the land, and feed on fidelity;

Mighty things, hast thou done - Thou, Yahweh my God, Thy wonderful doings and thy purposes to-wards us, There is no setting them in order unto thee - I would tell, and would speak! - They are too great to rehearse.

For, this God, is our God, to times age-abiding and beyond, He himself, will conduct us till death.

If I were hungry, I would not tell thee, For, mine, is the world, and the fulness thereof.

God, is he that causeth the solitary to dwell in a home, That bringeth out prisoners into prosperity, But, the rebellious, have made their habitation in a sunburnt land.

Let their encampment become desolate, In their tents, be there none to dwell:

For, God, will save Zion, And build the cities of Judah, So shall men dwell there, and possess it:

Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.

O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;

Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, - Until I tell of thine arm unto a new generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;

May righteousness, in his days, blossom forth, And abundance of peace, till there be no moon.

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

Thou, didst cleave asunder, in thy might, the sea, Thou didst break in pieces the heads of the Crocodiles, till they floated on the waters;

When he gave to the corn-locust their produce, And their toil, to the swarming locust;

So he drave out, before them, whole nations, And allotted them, by line, an inheritance, And caused to dwell, in their own homes, the tribes of Israel.

For better is a day in thy courts, than a thousand, I choose rather to stand at the threshold in the house of my God, Than to dwell in the tents of lawlessness.

Sing to Yahweh, bless ye his Name, - Tell the tidings, from day to day, of his salvation:

Let the sea, roar, and the fulness thereof, The world, and they who dwell therein;

Mine eyes, shall be upon the faithful of the land, That they may dwell with me, - he that walketh in a blameless way, he, shall attend me.

There shall not dwell in the midst of my house, One who worketh deceit, - he that speaketh falsehoods, shall not be established before mine eyes;

He let them turn their heart - To hate his people, To deal treacherously with his servants;

And gave them, the lands of the nations, And, of the toil of the peoples, took they possession:

They wandered about in the desert - in a waste, Way to a city to dwell in, found they none;

And led them by a straight road, That they might journey to a city to dwell in.

A Land of Fruit, into a waste of salt, For the wickedness of them who dwell therein.

And hath caused the famished to dwell there, And they have built them a city to dwell in;

Let the creditor take aim at all that he hath, and let strangers prey on the fruit of his toil;

But, thou, Yahweh, Adonay, deal effectually with me, for the sake of thy Name, Since good is thy lovingkindness, O rescue me;

Who is like Yahweh our God? that goeth on high to dwell,

Causing the barren woman to dwell in household, A mother of sons in her joy! Praise ye Yah.

Deal with thy servant according to thy lovingkindness, and, thy statutes, teach thou me.

This, is my place of rest unto futurity, Here, will I dwell, for I have desired it;

Lo! how good and how delightful, for brethren, to dwell together even as one.

O ruined daughter of Babylon, - how happy the man who shall repay thee thy dealing, wherewith thou didst deal with us!

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

I pour out before him my complaint, My distress - before him, I tell.

O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, - About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Generation unto generation, shall celebrate thy works, and, thy mighty deeds, shall they tell:

The glory of thy kingdom, will they tell, - and, thy power, will they speak.