And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he who hath not revived his soul.

Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.

And Thou girdest me with strength for battle, Causest my withstanders to bow under me.

Remember and return unto Jehovah, Do all ends of the earth, And before Thee bow themselves, Do all families of the nations,

And I, in the abundance of Thy kindness, I enter Thy house, I bow myself toward Thy holy temple in Thy fear.

If one turn not, His sword he sharpeneth, His bow he hath trodden -- He prepareth it,

For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

In me doth my soul bow itself, Therefore I remember Thee from the land of Jordan, And of the Hermons, from the hill Mizar.

For, not in my bow do I trust, And my sword doth not save me.

And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord -- bow thyself to him,

Causing wars to cease, Unto the end of the earth, the bow he shivereth, And the spear He hath cut asunder, Chariots he doth burn with fire.

Ascribe to Jehovah the honour of His name, Bow yourselves to Jehovah, In the beauty of holiness.

A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

Before him bow do the inhabitants of the dry places, And his enemies lick the dust.

And all kings do bow themselves to him, All nations do serve him,

There he hath shivered arrows of a bow, Shield, and sword, and battle. Selah.

All the earth do bow to Thee, They sing praise to Thee, they praise Thy name.' Selah.

Come in, we bow ourselves, and we bend, We kneel before Jehovah our Maker.

Bow yourselves to Jehovah, In the honour of holiness, Be afraid of His presence, all the earth.

Ashamed are all servants of a graven image, Those boasting themselves in idols, Bow yourselves to him, all ye gods.

Sons of Ephraim -- armed bearers of bow, Have turned in a day of conflict.

And they turn back, And deal treacherously like their fathers, They have been turned like a deceitful bow,

As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand,

All nations that Thou hast made Come and bow themselves before Thee, O Lord, And give honour to Thy name.

And they are diminished, and bow down, By restraint, evil, and sorrow.

Exalt ye Jehovah our God, And bow yourselves at His footstool, holy is He.

Exalt ye Jehovah our God, And bow yourselves at His holy hill, For holy is Jehovah our God!

They make a calf in Horeb, And bow themselves to a molten image,

We come in to His tabernacles, We bow ourselves at His footstool.

I bow myself toward Thy holy temple, And I confess Thy name, For Thy kindness, and for Thy truth, For Thou hast made great Thy saying above all Thy name.