Blessed is the man who doesn't walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers;

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

If a man doesn't relent, he will sharpen his sword; he has bent and strung his bow.

For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn't forget the cry of the afflicted.

Why does the wicked person condemn God, and say in his heart, "God won't call me into account?"

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt. They have done abominable works. There is none who does good.

They have all gone aside. They have together become corrupt. There is none who does good, no, not one.

He who walks blamelessly does what is right, and speaks truth in his heart;

He who doesn't slander with his tongue, nor does evil to his friend, nor casts slurs against his fellow man;

In whose eyes a vile man is despised, but who honors those who fear Yahweh; he who keeps an oath even when it hurts, and doesn't change;

he who doesn't lend out his money for usury, nor take a bribe against the innocent. He who does these things shall never be shaken. A Poem by David.

Hear, Yahweh, my righteous plea; Give ear to my prayer, that doesn't go out of deceitful lips.

Blessed is the man to whom Yahweh doesn't impute iniquity, in whose spirit there is no deceit.

A horse is a vain thing for safety, neither does he deliver any by his great power.

He plots iniquity on his bed. He sets himself in a way that is not good. He doesn't abhor evil.

For Yahweh loves justice, and doesn't forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.

But I, as a deaf man, don't hear. I am as a mute man who doesn't open his mouth.

Yes, I am as a man who doesn't hear, in whose mouth are no reproofs.

"Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn't know who shall gather.

Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust, and doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

By this I know that you delight in me, because my enemy doesn't triumph over me.

But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.

Our God comes, and does not keep silent. A fire devours before him. It is very stormy around him.

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt, and have done abominable iniquity. There is no one who does good.

Every one of them has gone back. They have become filthy together. There is no one who does good, no, not one.

which doesn't listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.

who preserves our life among the living, and doesn't allow our feet to be moved.

For Yahweh hears the needy, and doesn't despise his captive people.

Praise be to Yahweh God, the God of Israel, who alone does marvelous deeds.

They say, "How does God know? Is there knowledge in the Most High?"

God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.

A senseless man doesn't know, neither does a fool understand this:

Blessed are those who keep justice. Blessed is one who does what is right at all times.

He blesses them also, so that they are multiplied greatly. He doesn't allow their livestock to decrease.

But our God is in the heavens. He does whatever he pleases.

The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the tents of the righteous. "The right hand of Yahweh does valiantly.

The right hand of Yahweh is exalted! The right hand of Yahweh does valiantly!"

I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?

with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

To him who alone does great wonders; for his loving kindness endures forever:

even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.

He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.