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.

Not so the wicked: But -- as chaff that wind driveth away!

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

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

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

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

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

My voice is unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.

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

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

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

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

For Thou blessest the righteous, O Jehovah, As a buckler with favour dost compass him!

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

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

Lest he tear as a lion my soul, Rending, and there is no deliverer.

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

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!

God is a righteous judge, And He is not angry at all times.

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

O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.

And Jehovah to the age abideth, He is preparing for judgment His throne.

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.

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

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

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 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 is bruised -- he boweth down, Fallen by his mighty ones hath the afflicted.

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

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

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.

For righteous is Jehovah, Righteousness He hath loved, The upright doth His countenance see!'

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

Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age.

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

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

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!

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

And He inclineth the heavens, and cometh down, And thick darkness is under His feet.

They go before me in a day of my calamity And Jehovah is for a support to me.

God! perfect is His way, The saying of Jehovah is tried, A shield is He to all those trusting in Him.

For who is God besides Jehovah? And who is a rock save our God?

God! who is girding me with strength, And He maketh perfect my way.

As to mine enemies -- Thou hast given to me the neck, As to those hating me -- I cut them off.

They cry, and there is no saviour, On Jehovah, and He doth not answer them.

And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out.

Jehovah liveth -- and blessed is my rock, And exalted is the God of my salvation.

God -- who is giving vengeance to me, And He subdueth peoples under me,

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. The heavens are recounting the honour of God, And the work of His hands The expanse is declaring.

There is no speech, and there are no words. Their voice hath not been heard.

And he, as a bridegroom, goeth out from his covering, He rejoiceth as a mighty one To run the path.

From the end of the heavens is his going out, And his revolution is unto their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.

The law of Jehovah is perfect, refreshing the soul, The testimonies of Jehovah are stedfast, Making wise the simple,

The precepts of Jehovah are upright, Rejoicing the heart, The command of Jehovah is pure, enlightening the eyes,

The fear of Jehovah is clean, standing to the age, The judgments of Jehovah are true, They have been righteous -- together.

Also -- Thy servant is warned by them, 'In keeping them is a great reward.'

O Jehovah, save the king, He doth answer us in the day we call!

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.

Great is his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.

For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.

Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.

As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

Of Thee my praise is in the great assembly. My vows I complete before His fearers.

For to Jehovah is the kingdom, And He is ruling among nations.

A seed doth serve Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.

They come and declare His righteousness, To a people that is borne, that He hath made!

A Psalm of David. Jehovah is my shepherd, I do not lack,

Thou arrangest before me a table, Over-against my adversaries, Thou hast anointed with oil my head, My cup is full!

Only -- goodness and kindness pursue me, All the days of my life, And my dwelling is in the house of Jehovah, For a length of days!

A Psalm of David. To Jehovah is the earth and its fulness, The world and the inhabitants in it.

This is a generation of those seeking Him. Seeking Thy face, O Jacob! Selah.

Who is this -- 'the king of glory?' Jehovah -- strong and mighty, Jehovah, the mighty in battle.

Who is He -- this 'king of glory?' Jehovah of hosts -- He is the king of glory! Selah.

Good and upright is Jehovah, Therefore He directeth sinners in the way.

For Thy name's sake, O Jehovah, Thou hast pardoned mine iniquity, for it is great.