Why are the nations in an uproar
And the peoples devising a vain thing?

Then I beat them fine as the dust before the wind;
I emptied them out as the mire of the streets.

They are more desirable than gold, yes, than much fine gold;
Sweeter also than honey and the drippings of the honeycomb.

For You meet him with the blessings of good things;
You set a crown of fine gold on his head.

I hate those who regard vain idols,
But I trust in the Lord.

O give us help against the adversary,
For deliverance by man is in vain.

Surely in vain I have kept my heart pure
And washed my hands in innocence;

You removed a vine from Egypt;
You drove out the nations and planted it.

O God of hosts, turn again now, we beseech You;
Look down from heaven and see, and take care of this vine,

Oh give us help against the adversary,
For deliverance by man is in vain.

Therefore I love Your commandments
Above gold, yes, above fine gold.

A Song of Ascents, of Solomon.
Unless the Lord builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless the Lord guards the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.

It is vain for you to rise up early,
To retire late,
To eat the bread of painful labors;
For He gives to His beloved even in his sleep.

Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine
Within your house,
Your children like olive plants
Around your table.

For they speak against You wickedly,
And Your enemies take Your name in vain.