Depart from wickedness and do good, Aim at well-being, and pursue it.

But, I, being oppressed and needy, May My Lord devise for me, - My help and my deliverer, thou art! O my God, do not tarry!

Who setteth fast the mountains by his strength, Being girded with might;

But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me, - My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.

As the dream of him that waketh, O my Lord! when rousing thyself up, their shadowy being, wilt thou despise.

They have said - Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing them intently!