O the happiness of that one, who Hath not walked in the counsel of the wicked. And in the way of sinners hath not stood, And in the seat of scorners hath not sat;

But -- in the law of Jehovah is his delight, And in His law he doth meditate by day and by night:

And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.

Therefore the wicked rise not in judgment, Nor sinners in the company of the righteous,

For Jehovah is knowing the way of the righteous, And the way of the wicked is lost!

Station themselves do kings of the earth, And princes have been united together, Against Jehovah, and against His Messiah:

'Let us draw off Their cords, And cast from us Their thick bands.'

Ask of Me and I give nations -- thy inheritance, And thy possession -- the ends of earth.

Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

And now, O kings, act wisely, Be instructed, O judges of earth,

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.

Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies on the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

Of Jehovah is this salvation; On Thy people is Thy blessing! Selah.

To the Overseer with Stringed Instruments. -- A Psalm of David. In my calling answer Thou me, O God of my righteousness. In adversity Thou gavest enlargement to me; Favour me, and hear my prayer.

Sons of men! till when is my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.

Sacrifice ye sacrifices of righteousness, And trust ye unto Jehovah.

Many are saying, 'Who doth show us good?' Lift on us the light of Thy face, O Jehovah,

To the Overseer, 'Concerning the Inheritances.' -- A Psalm of David. My sayings hear, O Jehovah, Consider my meditation.

Be attentive to the voice of my cry, My king and my God, For unto Thee I pray habitually.

Thou destroyest those speaking lies, A man of blood and deceit Jehovah doth abominate.

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

O Jehovah, lead me in Thy righteousness, Because of those observing me, Make straight before me Thy way,

Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.

To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

'The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.

O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,

If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

Rise, O Jehovah, in Thine anger, Be lifted up at the wrath of mine adversaries, And awake Thou for me: Judgment Thou hast commanded:

And a company of peoples compass Thee, And over it on high turn Thou back,

Let, I pray Thee be ended the evil of the wicked, And establish Thou the righteous, And a trier of hearts and reins is the righteous God.

My shield is on God, Saviour of the upright in heart!

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

Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

I thank Jehovah, According to His righteousness, And praise the name of Jehovah Most High!

To the Overseer, 'On the Gittith.' A Psalm of David. Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! Who settest thine honour on the heavens.

From the mouths of infants and sucklings Thou hast founded strength, Because of Thine adversaries, To still an enemy and a self-avenger.

For I see Thy heavens, a work of Thy fingers, Moon and stars that Thou didst establish.

What is man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?

And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him.

Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.

Sheep and oxen, all of them, And also beasts of the field,

Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas!

To the Overseer, 'On the Death of Labben.' -- A Psalm of David. I confess, O Jehovah, with all my heart, I recount all Thy wonders,

For Thou hast done my judgment and my right. Thou hast sat on a throne, A judge of righteousness.

And Jehovah is a tower for the bruised, A tower for times of adversity.

For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.

Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

So that I recount all Thy praise, In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I rejoice on Thy salvation.

Jehovah hath been known, Judgment He hath done, By a work of his hands Hath the wicked been snared. Meditation. Selah.

For not for ever is the needy forgotten, The hope of the humble lost to the age.

Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,

Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

Because the wicked hath boasted Of the desire of his soul, And a dishonest gainer he hath blessed, He hath despised Jehovah.

The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. 'God is not!' are all his devices.

Of oaths his mouth is full, And deceits, and fraud: Under his tongue is perverseness and iniquity,

He doth sit in an ambush of the villages, In secret places he doth slay the innocent. His eyes for the afflicted watch secretly,

Thou hast seen, For Thou perverseness and anger beholdest; By giving into Thy hand, On Thee doth the afflicted leave it, Of the fatherless Thou hast been an helper.

Break the arm of the wicked and the evil, Seek out his wickedness, find none;

Jehovah is king to the age, and for ever, The nations have perished out of His land!

The desire of the humble Thou hast heard, O Jehovah. Thou preparest their heart; Thou causest Thine ear to attend,

To judge the fatherless and bruised: He addeth no more to oppress -- man of the earth!

Jehovah is in his holy temple: Jehovah -- in the heavens is His throne. His eyes see -- His eyelids try the sons of men.

Jehovah the righteous doth try. And the wicked and the lover of violence, Hath His soul hated,

He poureth on the wicked snares, fire, and brimstone, And a horrible wind is the portion of their cup.

To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.

Sayings of Jehovah are pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold.

Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

To the Overseer. -- By David. A fool hath said in his heart, 'God is not;' They have done corruptly, They have done abominable actions, There is not a doer of good.

Jehovah from the heavens Hath looked on the sons of men, To see if there is a wise one -- seeking God.

The whole have turned aside, Together they have been filthy: There is not a doer of good, not even one.

There they have feared a fear, For God is in the generation of the righteous.

The counsel of the poor ye cause to stink, Because Jehovah is his refuge.

Who doth give from Zion the salvation of Israel? When Jehovah doth turn back To a captivity of His people, Jacob doth rejoice -- Israel is glad!

A Psalm of David. Jehovah, who doth sojourn in Thy tent? Who doth dwell in Thy holy hill?

A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.

Multiplied are their griefs, Who have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.

Jehovah is the portion of my share, and of my cup, Thou -- Thou dost uphold my lot.

Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys is with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!

A Prayer of David. Hear, O Jehovah, righteousness, attend my cry, Give ear to my prayer, without lips of deceit.

As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;

Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.

Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

From the face of the wicked who spoiled me. Mine enemies in soul go round against me.

From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion is in life, And with Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied with sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.

To the Overseer. -- By a servant of Jehovah, by David, who hath spoken to Jehovah the words of this song in the day Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul, and he saith: -- I love Thee, O Jehovah, my strength.

Jehovah is my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God is my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

Compassed me have cords of death, And streams of the worthless make me afraid.

Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.

And shake and tremble doth the earth, And foundations of hills are troubled, And they shake -- because He hath wrath.

And He rideth on a cherub, and doth fly, And He flieth on wings of wind.