Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Do I eat the flesh of bulls, And drink the blood of he-goats?

I thank Thee to the age, because Thou hast done it, And I wait on Thy name for it is good before Thy saints!

The voice of Thy thunder is in the spheres, Lightnings have lightened the world, The earth hath trembled, yea, it shaketh.

My soul desired, yea, it hath also been consumed, For the courts of Jehovah, My heart and my flesh cry aloud unto the living God,

His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.

Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.