That all may rejoice who seek refuge in thee, to times age-abiding, may shout in triumph, that thou wilt protect them, and they may leap for joy in thee who are lovers of thy Name.

Thou wilt cause me to know, the path of life, - Fulness of joys before thee, Pleasures at thy right hand evermore.

For thou wilt appoint him blessings evermore, wilt cheer him with joy by thy countenance;

Now, therefore, shall my head be raised high above my foes round about me, and I will sacrifice in his tent the sacrifices of triumphant joy, I will sing and touch the strings, to Yahweh.

Yahweh, is my strength and my shield, In him, hath trusted my heart, and I have found help, - Therefore hath my heart danced for joy, and, with my song, do I praise him.

Shout for joy, ye righteous, in Yahweh, To the upright, seemly is praise.

That I may go in unto the altar of God, Unto GOD, mine exultant joy, - That I may praise thee with the lyre, O God - mine own God!

Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.

Restore unto me the joy of thy salvation, And, with a willing spirit, wilt thou uphold me: -

For thou hast become a help unto me, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.

Yea the dwellers in the uttermost parts have feared at thy tokens, The goings forth of morning and evening, thou causest to shout for joy.

Clothed are the pastures with flocks, The valleys also, cover themselves with corn, They shout for joy, yea they sing.

Races of men, will be glad and shout for joy, Because thou wilt judge peoples with equity, And, races of men throughout the earth, thou wilt lead. Selah.

Shout ye for joy, unto God our strength, Sound the note of triumph, to the God of Jacob;

The north and the south, Thou, didst create them, - Tabor and Hermon, with thy Name, shall shout for joy:

For thou hat made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.

Let the field, leap for joy, and all that is therein, Then, shall all the trees of the forest, shout in triumph,

That I may look upon the welfare of thy chosen ones, That I may rejoice in the joy of thy nation, That I may glory, with thine inheritance.

Causing the barren woman to dwell in household, A mother of sons in her joy! Praise ye Yah.

As an inheritance have I taken thy testimonies unto times age-abiding, for, the joy of my heart, they are.

Yahweh, hath done great things with us, we are full of joy!

Thy priests, let them be clothed with righteousness, Thy men of lovingkindness, let them shout for joy!

And, her priests, will I clothe with salvation, and, her men of lovingkindness, shall, shout aloud, for joy;