Many, O Lord my God, are the wonderful works which You have done,
And Your thoughts toward us;
There is none to compare with You.
If I would declare and speak of your wonders,
They would be too many to count.

My enemies have trampled upon me all day long,
For they are many who fight proudly against me.

Those who hate me without cause are more than the hairs of my head;
Those who would destroy me are powerful, being my enemies wrongfully;
I am forced to restore what I did not steal.

But as for me, I will wait and hope continually,
And will praise You yet more and more.

And I said, “This is my grief,
That the right hand of the Most High has changed [and His lovingkindness is withheld].”

More than the sounds of many waters,
More than the mighty breakers of the sea,
The Lord on high is mighty.

May the Lord give you [great] increase,
You and your children.

Therefore I love Your commandments more than gold,
Yes, more than refined gold.

My soul waits for the Lord
More than the watchmen for the morning;
More than the watchmen for the morning.