Jehovah, at morning Thou hearest my voice, At morning I set in array for Thee, And I look out.

And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him.

Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,

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.

I count all my bones -- they look expectingly, They look upon me,

A Psalm of David. Jehovah is my shepherd, I do not lack,

One thing I asked of Jehovah -- it I seek. My dwelling in the house of Jehovah, All the days of my life, To look on the pleasantness of Jehovah, And to inquire in His temple.

I had not believed to look on the goodness of Jehovah In the land of the living!

Look unto Jehovah -- be strong, And He doth strengthen thy heart, Yea, look unto Jehovah!

Fear Jehovah, ye His holy ones, For there is no lack to those fearing Him.

Young lions have lacked and been hungry, And those seeking Jehovah lack not any good,

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.'

Look unto Jehovah, and keep His way, And He doth exalt thee to possess the land, In the wicked being cut off -- thou seest!

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.

Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!

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.

He who is sacrificing praise honoureth Me, As to him who maketh a way, I cause him to look on the salvation of God!

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.

God doth go before me, He causeth me to look on mine enemies.

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

They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, 'Who doth look at it?'

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

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

Before him bow do the inhabitants of the dry places, And his enemies lick the dust.

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.

Look attentively to the covenant, For the dark places of earth, Have been full of habitations of violence.

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.

God of Hosts, turn back, we beseech Thee, Look from heaven, and see, and inspect this vine,

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

Look unto me, and favour me, Give Thy strength to Thy servant, And give salvation to a son of Thine handmaid.

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.

With length of days I satisfy him, And I cause him to look on My salvation!

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.

All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.

Remember me, O Jehovah, With the favour of Thy people, Look after me in Thy salvation.

To look on the good of Thy chosen ones, To rejoice in the joy of Thy nation, To boast myself with Thine inheritance.

Sustained is his heart -- he feareth not, Till that he look on his adversaries.

He is humbling Himself to look On the heavens and on the earth.

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

Jehovah is for me among my helpers, And I -- I look on those hating me.

Support Thou me, and I am saved, And I look on Thy statutes continually.

Look unto me, and favour me, As customary to those loving Thy name.

Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, Look, then, on the good of Jerusalem, All the days of thy life,

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.

The eyes of all unto Thee do look, And Thou art giving to them their food in its season,

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

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