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.

O Jehovah, lead me in Thy righteousness, Because of those observing me, Make straight before me Thy way,

For by Thee I run -- a troop! And by my God I leap a wall.

In pastures of tender grass He causeth me to lie down, By quiet waters He doth lead me.

Shew me, O Jehovah, Thy way, And lead me in a path of uprightness, For the sake of my beholders.

For my rock and my bulwark art Thou, For Thy name's sake lead me and tend me.

Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They -- they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles.

That this God is our God -- To the age and for ever, He -- he doth lead us over death!

From the end of the land unto Thee I call, In the feebleness of my heart, Into a rock higher than I Thou dost lead me.

With Thy counsel Thou dost lead me, And after honour dost receive me.

Also there Thy hand doth lead me, And Thy right hand doth hold me.

And see if a grievous way be in me, And lead me in a way age-during!

Teach me to do Thy good pleasure, For Thou art my God -- Thy Spirit is good, Lead me into a land of uprightness.