Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.

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.

All my bones say, 'Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And to my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I am with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

Thou makest us food like sheep, And among nations Thou hast scattered us.

And man in honour doth not remain, He hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off.

Man in honour, who understandest not, Hath been like the beasts, they have been cut off!

These thou didst, and I kept silent, Thou hast thought that I am like thee, I reprove thee, and set in array before thine eyes.

Mischiefs doth thy tongue devise, Like a sharp razor, working deceit.

They turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And go round about the city.

And they turn back at evening, They make a noise like a dog, And they go round about the city.

And Thy righteousness, O God, is unto the heights, Because Thou hast done great things, O God, who is like Thee?

There is a handful of corn in the earth, On the top of mountains, Shake like Lebanon doth its fruit, And they flourish out of the city as the herb of the earth.

O God, in holiness is Thy way, Who is a great god like God?

And they are not like their fathers, A generation apostate and rebellious, A generation! it hath not prepared its heart, Nor stedfast with God is its spirit.

And they turn back, And deal treacherously like their fathers, They have been turned like a deceitful bow,

And buildeth His sanctuary as a high place, Like the earth, He founded it to the age.

There is none like Thee among the gods, O Lord, And like Thy works there are none.

For who in the sky, Compareth himself to Jehovah? Is like to Jehovah among sons of the mighty?

O Jehovah, God of Hosts, Who is like Thee -- a strong Jah? And Thy faithfulness is round about Thee.

Hills, like wax, melted before Jehovah, Before the Lord of all the earth.

I have been like to a pelican of the wilderness, I have been as an owl of the dry places.

Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.

Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.

Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.

Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?