But, I, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, will enter thy house, I will bow down towards thy holy temple, in reverence of thee:

Shouldst give him dominion over the works of thy hands, - All things, shouldst have put under his feet:

With cursing, his mouth is full, and with deceptions and oppression, Under his tongue, are trouble and mischief:

Guard me, as the pupil of the eye, - Under the shadow of thy wings, wilt thou hide me:

Then he stretched out the heaven, and came down, - and, thick gloom, was under his feet;

Thou didst widen my stepping-places under me, so that, mine ankles, faltered not.

I crushed them, and they were unable to rise, They fell under my feet.

Thus didst thou gird me with strength, for the battle, Thou subduedst mine assailants under me.

The GOD, who hath avenged me, - and subjugated peoples under me:

I have not sat with men of deceit, nor, with dissemblers, would I enter;

How precious thy lovingkindness, O God, - Therefore, the sons of men, under the shadow of thy wings, seek refuge:

Their sword, shall enter into their own heart, and, their bow, shall be broken.

Surely as a shadow, doth every man wander, Surely in vain, do they bustle about, he heapeth things up, and knoweth not who shall gather them in.

My soul thirsteth for God, for a GOD who liveth, - When shall I enter in, and see the face of God?

For, thou, art my defending God - Wherefore hast thou rejected me? Wherefore in gloom should I wander, because of the oppression of an enemy?

Thine arrows, are sharp - Peoples, under thee, fall! In the heart of the foes of the king.

They shall be brought, with rejoicings and exultation, - They shall enter into the palace of the king!

He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

He shall enter as far as the circle of his fathers, Nevermore, shall they see the light.

Fear and trembling, would enter me, And there would have overwhelmed me - a horror!

Do not slay them, lest my people forget, Cause them to wander by thy strength, and prostrate them, Thou our shield, O Lord!

I will enter thy house with ascending-sacrifices, I will pay unto thee my vows,

Unto him - with my mouth, did I cry, And high praise was under my tongue.

Lay punishment on their iniquity, And let them not enter into thy righteousness;

A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,

I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord - Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness - thine alone.

Until I could enter the holy places of God, - Could give heed to their hereafter: -

Thou, didst set up all the bounds of the earth, As for summer and winter, thou, didst form them!

They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.

For the dead, wilt thou perform a wonder? Or shall, the shades, arising, give thee thanks? Selah.

Shall any wonder of thine, be known in the dark? Or, thy righteousness, in the land of forgetfulness?

He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High, Under the shadow of the Almighty, will tarry,

With his pinion, will he cover thee, And, under his wings, shalt thou seek refuge, A shield and buckler, is his faithfulness.

Enter! let us bow down, and bend low, Let us kneel, before Yahweh our maker;

And I sware in mine anger, - Verily they shall not enter into my rest.

Give to Yahweh, the glory of his Name, Bring a present, and enter his courts;

Enter ye his gates, with thanksgiving, his courts, with praise, Give ye thanks to him, bless ye his Name;

O Yahweh, hear thou my prayer, and let, my cry for help, unto thee, enter in.

And their enemies oppressed them, And they were bowed down under their hand.

He poureth contempt upon nobles, and causeth them to wander in a pathless waste;

Let his children, wander about, and beg, Let them be driven out of heir ruins;

Open to me the gates of righteousness, I will enter therein, I will give thanks unto Yah.

This, is the gate for Yahweh, Such as are righteous, shall enter therein.

Surely I will not enter the home of my own house, nor ascend my curtained couch;

We would enter his habitations, we would bow down at his footstool.

They have sharpened their tongue like a serpent, - The poison of the asp, is under their lips. Selah.

My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer - mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, - He that subdueth my people under me.