Rebuke the wild animal of the reeds, the multitude of the bulls, with the calves of the peoples. Being humbled, may it bring bars of silver. Scatter the nations that delight in war.

Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are mighty. I have to restore what I didn't take away.

Behold, these are the wicked. Being always at ease, they increase in riches.

The children of Ephraim, being armed and carrying bows, turned back in the day of battle.

But he, being merciful, forgave iniquity, and didn't destroy them. Yes, many times he turned his anger away, and didn't stir up all his wrath.

Why should the nations say, "Where is their God?" Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants' blood is being poured out.

For who in the skies can be compared to Yahweh? Who among the sons of the heavenly beings is like Yahweh,

I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live. I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.

Some sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, being bound in affliction and iron,

Ensure your servant's well-being. Don't let the proud oppress me.

For you formed my inmost being. You knit me together in my mother's womb.