Come in, we bow ourselves, and we bend, We kneel before Jehovah our Maker.

Blessed are ye of Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

Our help is in the name of Jehovah, Maker of the heavens and earth!

Jehovah doth bless thee out of Zion, The maker of the heavens and earth!

My help is from Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

Israel doth rejoice in his Maker, Sons of Zion do joy in their king.

Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

Is a throne of mischief joined with Thee? A framer of perverseness by statute?

For there is no stability in their mouth. Their heart is mischiefs, An open grave is their throat, Their tongue they make smooth.

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

'Lo, the man who maketh not God his strong place, And trusteth in the abundance of his riches, He is strong in his mischiefs.'

Mischiefs are in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street.

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.