That all may rejoice who seek refuge in thee, to times age-abiding, may shout in triumph, that thou wilt protect them, and they may leap for joy in thee who are lovers of thy Name.

For lo! the lawless, bend the bow They have fixed their arrow upon the string, To shoot in the darkness at the upright in heart:

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

Their own fat heart , have they shut up, - With their mouth, have they spoken proudly.

And he sent forth his arrows and scattered them, yea, lightnings, he shot out, and confused them.

We will shout aloud in thy salvation, and, in the Name of our God, shall we become great, Yahweh fulfil all thy petitions.

For there is, a Moment, in his anger, a Life-time, in his good-pleasure, In the evening, cometh Weeping to lodge, But, by the morning, -- tis a Shout of Triumph!

And hast not shut me up in the hand of the foe, Thou hast given standing, in a roomy place, unto my feet.

Rejoice in Yahweh and exult, O ye righteous, Yea, shout in triumph, all ye upright in heart!

Shout for joy, ye righteous, in Yahweh, To the upright, seemly is praise.

Let them shout in triumph and rejoice, who are desiring my justification; And let them say continually, Yahweh be magnified, Who hath taken pleasure in the prosperity of his servant.

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

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.

Hereby, do I know that thou delightest in me, In that mine enemy shall not raise a shout over me.

That thou shouldst have crushed us down in the place of wild dogs, And covered us over with a deadly shadow.

All ye peoples, clap your hands, Shout unto God, with the voice of triumph;

God hath ascended with a shout, Yahweh, with the sound of a horn.

Rescue me from shed-blood, O God, the God of my salvation, My tongue should shout thy righteousness;

Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.

But, I, will sing thy power, And will shout aloud, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, - For thou has become a refuge for me, And a place to flee to in the day of my distress.

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.

How long will ye shout at a man? Ye shall be crushed all of you, - Like a wall that bulgeth, - a fence pushed in!

For thou hast become a help unto me, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.

To shoot, in secret places, at the blameless one, Suddenly they shoot at him, and fear not.

Once let God have shot at them an arrow, Suddenly have appeared their own wounds!

Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.

Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.

Races of men, will be glad and shout for joy, Because thou wilt judge peoples with equity, And, races of men throughout the earth, thou wilt lead. Selah.

A bounteous rain, dost thou shed abroad, O God, upon thine inheritance, When exhausted, thou thyself, hast supported it:

Hath GOD, forgotten to show favour? Or hath he shut up, in anger, his compassions? Selah.

Wherefore should the nations say - Where is their God? Let him be known among the nations before our eyes! Yea! By the avenging of the blood of thy servants which hath been shed!

Covered were the mountains with its shade, And, with its boughs, the mighty cedars.

Shout ye for joy, unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph, to the God of Jacob;

My soul, longeth - yea even languisheth - for the courts of Yahweh, - My heart and my flesh, shout aloud for a Living GOD.

Thou hast far removed mine acquaintances from me, - Thou hast made me an abomination unto them, Shut up, and I cannot go forth!

The north and the south, Thou, didst create them, - Tabor and Hermon, with thy Name, shall shout for joy:

Satisfy us, in the morning, with thy lovingkindness, That we may shout aloud and be glad, Throughout all our days.

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

For thou hat made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.

Come, let us make a joyful noise to Yahweh, Let us shout in triumph, to the rock of our salvation!

O let us come before his face with thanksgiving, With the sounds of strings, let us shout aloud to him.

Let the field, leap for joy, and all that is therein, Then, shall all the trees of the forest, shout in triumph,

Shout aloud to Yahweh, all the earth, Break forth and make a joyful noise and sweep the strings;

With trumpets and the sound of a horn, Shout aloud, before the king - Yahweh.

My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.

Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;

And poured out innocent blood, the blood of their sons and their daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan, And the land was polluted with blood-shed;

The dwellers in darkness and death-shade, bound with oppression and iron;

He brought them forth out of darkness and death-shade, and, their fetters, he tare off.

Yea let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, and recount his works with a shout.

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia, raise a shout of triumph.

As a shadow when it stretcheth out, I am gone, I am shaken off like the locust;

Yahweh is GOD, and hath shed on us light, - Bind ye the festal sacrifice with cords, Up to the horns of the altar.

Yahweh, is thy keeper, Yahweh, is thy shade, on thy right hand:

Thy priests, let them be clothed with righteousness, Thy men of lovingkindness, let them shout for joy!

And, her priests, will I clothe with salvation, and, her men of lovingkindness, shall, shout aloud, for joy;

Behind and before, hast thou shut me in, and hast laid upon me thy hand: -

The earthborn, resembleth, a vapour, his days, are like a passing shadow.

The memory of thy great goodness, shall men pour forth, and, thy righteousness, shall they shout aloud.

Let the men of lovingkindness exult as they glory, Let them shout aloud upon their beds: