Give ye thanks unto Yahweh with the lyre, With a harp of ten strings, make ye music unto him.

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!

I will bend, to a by-word, mine ear, I will open, on the lyre, mine enigma.

Awake, mine honour, Awake, harp and lyre, I will awaken the dawn;

When, they, to crush it, would seek my life, They shall go into the lower parts of the earth:

Let their table, before them, become a snare, And unto their friends, a lure;

I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, - I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;

Raise a melody, and strike the timbrel, The lyre so sweet, with the harp:

Upon an instrument of ten strings, and upon a harp, With resounding music on the lyre.

Sweep the strings to Yahweh, With the lyre, With the lyre, and the voice of melody;

My substance was not hid from thee, - when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower parts of the earth.

Respond to Yahweh with thanksgiving, Make melody to our God with the lyre.

Let them praise his Name in the dance, with timbrel and lyre, Let them make music to him.

Praise him, with the blast of a horn, Praise him, with the harp and lyre: