Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

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.

I did place Jehovah before me continually, Because -- at my right hand I am not moved.

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

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

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.

And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.

Now I have known That Jehovah hath saved His anointed, He answereth him from His holy heavens, With the saving might of His right hand.

Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.

In whose hand is a wicked device, And their right hand is full of bribes.

Into Thy hand I commit my spirit, Thou hast redeemed me, Jehovah God of truth.

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

In Thy hand are my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.

When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

When he falleth, he is not cast down, For Jehovah is sustaining his hand.

Jehovah doth not leave him in his hand, Nor condemn him in his being judged.

For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

Thou, with Thy hand, nations hast dispossessed. And Thou dost plant them. Thou afflictest peoples, and sendest them away.

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.

Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

To the Overseer. -- By sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

As is Thy name, O God, so is Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.

Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.

That Thy beloved ones may be drawn out, Save with Thy right hand, and answer us.

Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.

And I am continually with Thee, Thou hast laid hold on my right hand.

Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove it.

For a cup is in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,

In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

And I say: 'My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'

Thou hast led as a flock Thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron!

They have not remembered His hand The day He ransomed them from the adversary.

And He bringeth them in unto the border of His sanctuary, This mountain His right hand had got,

And He giveth His strength to captivity, And His beauty into the hand of an adversary,

And the root that Thy right hand planted, And the branch Thou madest strong for Thee,

Let Thy hand be on the man of Thy right hand, On the son of man Thou hast strengthened for Thyself.

As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand,

Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.

Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

Thou hast an arm with might, Strong is Thy hand -- high Thy right hand.

With whom My hand is established, My arm also doth strengthen him.

And I have set on the sea his hand, And on the rivers his right hand.

Thou hast exalted the right hand of his adversaries, Thou hast caused all his enemies to rejoice.

Who is the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.

There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

In whose hand are the deep places of earth, And the strong places of hills are His.

For He is our God, and we the people of His pasture, And the flock of His hand, To-day, if to His voice ye hearken,

Ye who love Jehovah, hate evil, He is keeping the souls of His saints, From the hand of the wicked he delivereth them.

A Psalm. Sing ye to Jehovah a new song, For wonders He hath done, Given salvation to Him hath His right hand and His holy arm.

Floods clap hand, together hills cry aloud,

Thou dost give to them -- they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand -- they are satisfied with good.

And He saveth them from the hand Of him who is hating, And redeemeth them from the hand of the enemy.

And He lifteth up His hand to them, To cause them to fall in a wilderness,

And giveth them into the hand of nations, And those hating them rule over them,

And their enemies oppress them, And they are humbled under their hand.

Let the redeemed of Jehovah say, Whom He redeemed from the hand of an adversary.

That Thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save with Thy right hand, and answer us.

Appoint Thou over him the wicked, And an adversary standeth at his right hand.

And they know that this is Thy hand, Thou, O Jehovah, Thou hast done it.

For He standeth at the right hand of the needy, To save from those judging his soul.

A Psalm of David. The affirmation of Jehovah to my Lord: 'Sit at My right hand, Till I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

The Lord on thy right hand smote kings In the day of His anger.

A voice of singing and salvation, Is in the tents of the righteous, The right hand of Jehovah is doing valiantly.

The right hand of Jehovah is exalted, The right hand of Jehovah is doing valiantly.

My soul is in my hand continually, And Thy law I have not forgotten.

Thy hand is for a help to me, For Thy commands I have chosen.

Jehovah is thy preserver, Jehovah is thy shade on thy right hand,

Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So are the sons of the young men.

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

By a strong hand, and a stretched-out-arm, For to the age is His kindness.

If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth!

If I walk in the midst of distress Thou quickenest me, Against the anger of mine enemies Thou sendest forth Thy hand, And Thy right hand doth save me.

Behind and before Thou hast besieged me, And Thou dost place on me Thy hand.

Also there Thy hand doth lead me, And Thy right hand doth hold me.

Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

I have remembered days of old, I have meditated on all Thine acts, On the work of Thy hand I muse.

Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand is a right hand of falsehood,

Opening Thy hand, and satisfying The desire of every living thing.

The exaltation of God is in their throat, And a two-edged sword in their hand.