And I -- I have anointed My King, Upon Zion -- My holy hill.'

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

I do sing to Jehovah, For He hath conferred benefits upon me!

I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,

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

Let Thy kindness, O Jehovah, be upon us, As we have waited for Thee!

Roll on Jehovah thy way, And trust upon Him, and He worketh,

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

I have been dumb, I open not my mouth, Because Thou -- Thou hast done it.

As to me, in mine integrity, Thou hast taken hold upon me, And causest me to stand before Thee to the age.

Gird Thy sword upon the thigh, O mighty, Thy glory and Thy majesty!

I incline to a simile mine ear, I open with a harp my riddle:

O Lord, my lips thou dost open, And my mouth declareth Thy praise.

Desolations are upon them, They go down to Sheol -- alive, For wickedness is in their dwelling, in their midst.

For zeal for Thy house hath consumed me, And the reproaches of Thy reproachers Have fallen upon me.

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Pour upon them Thine indignation, And the fierceness of Thine anger doth seize them.

I open with a simile my mouth, I bring forth hidden things of old,

Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And with all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.

Then Thou hast spoken in vision, To Thy saint, yea, Thou sayest, I have placed help upon a mighty one, Exalted a chosen one out of the people,

An enemy exacteth not upon him, And a son of perverseness afflicteth him not.

And let the pleasantness of Jehovah our God be upon us, And the work of our hands establish on us, Yea, the work of our hands establish it!

Not according to our sins hath He done to us, Nor according to our iniquities Hath He conferred benefits upon us.

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

Rejoiced hath Egypt in their going forth, For their fear had fallen upon them.

And they provoke to anger by their actions, And a plague breaketh forth upon them,

He is pouring contempt upon nobles, And causeth them to wander in vacancy -- no way.

Moab is a pot for my washing, Upon Edom I cast my shoe, Over Philistia I shout habitually.

What do I return to Jehovah? All His benefits are upon me.

Open ye to me gates of righteousness, I enter into them -- I thank Jah.

His enemies I do clothe with shame, And upon him doth his crown flourish!

Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!