Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it.

Into all the earth hath their line gone forth, And to the end of the world their sayings, For the sun He placed a tent in them,

What gain is in my blood? In my going down unto corruption? Doth dust thank Thee? doth it declare Thy truth?

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

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

God hath gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David, in the coming in unto him of Nathan the prophet, when he hath gone in unto Bath-Sheba. Favour me, O God, according to Thy kindness, According to the abundance of Thy mercies, Blot out my transgressions.

Therefore hath Jehovah heard, And He sheweth Himself wroth, And fire hath been kindled against Jacob, And anger also hath gone up against Israel,

And the anger of God hath gone up against them, And He slayeth among their fat ones, And youths of Israel He caused to bend.

They have surrounded me as waters all the day, They have gone round against me together,

He hath opened a rock, and waters issue, They have gone on in dry places -- a river.

As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.

Incline my heart unto Thy testimonies, And not unto dishonest gain.

I have gone forward in the dawn, and I cry, For Thy word I have hoped.

Mine eyes have gone before the watches, To meditate in Thy saying.

For thither have tribes gone up, Tribes of Jah, companies of Israel, To give thanks to the name of Jehovah.

Keep me from the gin they laid for me, Even snares of workers of iniquity.