In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.

For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.

He sendeth from the heaven, and saveth me, He reproached -- who is panting after me. Selah. God sendeth forth His kindness and His truth.

Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

With Thy counsel Thou dost lead me, And after honour dost receive me.

I have looked after with a rod their transgression, And with strokes their iniquity,

For to righteousness judgment turneth back, And after it all the upright of heart,

Remember me, O Jehovah, With the favour of Thy people, Look after me in Thy salvation.