For, not by their own sword, gat they possession of the land, Nor did, their own arm, win victory for them, - But thine own right hand, and thine own arm, and the light of thy face, Because thou hadst accepted them.

Surely, from his elevation, they have taken counsel to thrust him down, They accept falsehood, - With his mouth, they each of them bless, But, inwardly, they revile. Selah.

Thou hast accepted, O Yahweh, thy land, Thou hast brought back the captives of Jacob;

Remember me, O Yahweh, when thou acceptest thy people, Visit me, with thy salvation;

The freewill offerings of my mouth, accept, I pray thee, O Yahweh, And, thy regulations, teach thou me.