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,

He who is sitting in the heavens doth laugh, The Lord doth mock at them.

Then doth He speak unto them in His anger, And in His wrath He doth trouble them:

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.

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.

And know ye that Jehovah Hath separated a saintly one to Himself. Jehovah heareth in my calling to Him.

Tremble ye, and do not sin;' Say ye thus in your heart on your bed, And be ye silent. Selah.

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

Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.

In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!

Jehovah, at morning Thou hearest my voice, At morning I set in array for Thee, And I look out.

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,

For there is no stability in their mouth. Their heart is mischiefs, An open grave is their throat, Their tongue they make smooth.

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.

And rejoice do all trusting in Thee, To the age they sing, and Thou coverest them over, And those loving Thy name exult in 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.

And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed in a moment!

'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,

An enemy pursueth my soul, and overtaketh, And treadeth down to the earth my life, And my honour placeth in the dust. Selah.

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,

Jehovah doth judge the peoples; Judge me, O Jehovah, According to my righteousness, And according to mine integrity on me,

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,

Return doth his perverseness on his head, And on his crown his violence cometh down.

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.

Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth!

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,

I rejoice and exult in Thee, I praise Thy Name, O Most High.

In mine enemies turning backward, they stumble and perish from Thy face.

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

And He judgeth the world in righteousness, He judgeth the peoples in uprightness.

They trust in Thee who do know Thy name, For Thou hast not forsaken Those seeking Thee, O Jehovah.

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

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

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.

Pain do his ways at all times, On high are Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries -- he puffeth at them.

He hath said in his heart, 'I am not moved,' To generation and generation not in evil.

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

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

He said in his heart, 'God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'

Wherefore hath the wicked despised God? He hath said in his heart, 'It is not required.'

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.

To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?

For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

When the foundations are destroyed, The righteous -- what hath he done?

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

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:

Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips are our own; who is lord over us?'

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.

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?

Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow in my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

Lest mine enemy say, 'I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.

And I, in Thy kindness I have trusted, Rejoice doth my heart in Thy salvation.

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.

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?

He who is walking uprightly, And working righteousness, And speaking truth in his heart.

Despised in his eyes is a rejected one, And those fearing Jehovah he doth honour. He hath sworn to suffer evil, and changeth not;

His silver he hath not given in usury, And a bribe against the innocent Hath not taken; Whoso is doing these is not moved to the age!

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

Thou hast said to Jehovah, 'My Lord Thou art;' My good is not for thine own sake;

For the holy ones who are in the land, And the honourable, all my delight is in them.

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.

Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance is for me.

I bless Jehovah who hath counselled me; Also in the nights my reins instruct me.

For Thou dost not leave my soul to Sheol, Nor givest thy saintly one to see corruption.

To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.

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.

Our steps now have compassed him;' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.

His likeness as a lion desirous to tear, As a young lion dwelling in secret places.

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.

I -- in righteousness, I see Thy face; I am satisfied, in awaking, with Thy form!

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.

The 'Praised One' I call Jehovah, And from my enemies I am saved.

In mine adversity I call Jehovah, And unto my God I cry. He heareth from His temple my voice, And My cry before Him cometh into His ears.

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