Let the wrong of the lawless, I pray thee, come to an end, and establish thou him that is righteous, - for, a trier of hearts and reins, is God the righteous one.

Lo! he gendereth trouble, and conceiveth mischief, but giveth birth to a disappointment:

In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

My seed, shall serve him, It shall he recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:

That his righteousness may be declared to a people to be born, That he wrought with effect!

Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;

I will bend, to a by-word, mine ear, I will open, on the lyre, mine enigma.

Show me favour, O God, For weak man hath panted for me, All the day, a fighter oppresseth me:

Bring to a full end in wrath, Bring to a full end, that they be no more, - That men may know that, God, is ruling in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. Selah.

How have they become desolate, as in a moment! They have ceased - come to an end, by reason of calamities.

Do not deliver up, to a wild beast, the life of thy turtle-dove, The living host of thine oppressed ones, do not forget perpetually.

Hath his lovingkindness, come to a perpetual end? Hath his word failed to generation after generation?

We will not withhold them from their children, To a later generation, recounting the praises of Yahweh, Even his might and his wonders which he wrought;

There shall not be, within thee, a foreign GOD, - Neither shalt thou bow down to a strange GOD:

Thou hast brought to an end his splendour, And, his throne - to the ground, hast thou hurled;

He hath remembered, unto times age-abiding, his covenant, The word he commanded, to a thousand generations;

They made a calf in Horeb, - and bowed down to a molten image;

They wandered about in the desert - in a waste, Way to a city to dwell in, found they none;

And led them by a straight road, That they might journey to a city to dwell in.

He calmeth the storm to a whisper, and silent are their rolling waves:

Who will conduct me to a fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom?

Let not my heart incline to a matter of wrong, that I should busy myself with practices in lawlessness, with men working iniquity, and let me not eat of their dainties.