O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

Then did I beat them in pieces, like dust on the face of the wind. Like the mire in the lanes, did I scatter them.

More desirable, than gold, yea than much fine gold, Sweeter, also than honey, or than droppings from the comb.

For, consumed with sorrow, is my life, and my years with sighing, - My strength hath staggered with my humiliation, and, my bones, are without marrow.

Lo! as hand-breadths, hast thou granted my days, and my life-time, is as nothing before thee, - Surely, a mere breath, are all men, even such as stand firm. Selah.

Look away from me that I may brighten up, Ere yet I depart and am no more.

So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, - And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:

For there have closed in upon me, misfortunes beyond number, Mine iniquities have overtaken me, and I cannot see, They have become more than the hairs of my head, And, my courage, hath forsaken me!

Myrrh and aloes, cassias, all thy garments, - Out of the palaces of ivory, the tones of strings, have rejoiced thee.

Thou lovest Evil more than good, Falsehood, more than speaking righteousness. Selah.

Bring to a full end in wrath, Bring to a full end, that they be no more, - That men may know that, God, is ruling in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. Selah.

More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause, - Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause, - What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore.

Rescue me out of the mire, lest I sink, Let me be rescued, From my haters, and, From abysses of waters:

So shall it be more pleasing to Yahweh than a bullock of the herd, Showing horn and divided hoof.

Enveloped in light, thou, art more majestic than the mountains of prey.

For ages, will My Lord reject? And, not again, grant acceptance any more?

But again, once more sinned they against him, Resisting the Most High in a land of drought:

Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock - with honey, would I satisfy thee.

They have said - Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

Yahweh loveth the gates of Zion, More than all the dwellings of Jacob.

Among the dead, is my couch, - Like the slain that lie in the grave, Where thou rememberest them no more, Yea, they, from thy hand, are cut off;

For, a wind, hath passed ever it, and it is gone, And its own place is acquainted with it no more.

Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist, - Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!

A little more, and they had consumed me in the earth, but, I, forsake not thy precepts.

How smooth to my palate is thy speech, More than honey, to my mouth.

For this cause, do I love thy commandments, More than gold, yea than fine gold!

I have hoped, O my soul, for My Lord, more than they who watch for the morning, who watch for the morning.

Who maketh thy boundaries to be peace, With the marrow of wheat, doth he satisfy thee: