With the kind Thou showest Thyself kind, With a perfect man showest Thyself perfect.

I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,

Compass Zion, and go round her, count her towers,

An instruction, by Ethan the Ezrahite. Of the kind acts of Jehovah, to the age I sing, To all generations I make known Thy faithfulness with my mouth,

Our fathers in Egypt, Have not considered wisely Thy wonders, They have not remembered The abundance of Thy kind acts, And provoke by the sea, at the sea of Suph.

Who is wise, and observeth these? They understand the kind acts of Jehovah!

My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

Righteous is Jehovah in all His ways, And kind in all His works.