I declare concerning a statute: Jehovah said unto me, 'My Son Thou art, I to-day have brought thee forth.

Lo, he travaileth with iniquity, And he hath conceived perverseness, And hath brought forth falsehood.

Bird of the heavens, and fish of the sea, Passing through the paths of the seas!

Through the pride of the wicked, Is the poor inflamed, They are caught in devices that they devised.

To the Overseer. -- By David. In Jehovah I trusted, how say ye to my soul, 'They moved to Thy mountain for the bird?

Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.

Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down to the pit.

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

Let lips of falsehood become dumb, That are speaking against the righteous, Ancient sayings, in pride and contempt.

Love Jehovah, all ye His saints, Jehovah is keeping the faithful, And recompensing abundantly a proud doer.

They looked expectingly unto Him, And they became bright, And their faces are not ashamed.

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

And hath brought out as light thy righteousness, And thy judgment as noon-day.

Young I have been, I have also become old, And I have not seen the righteous forsaken, And his seed seeking bread.

O the happiness of the man Who hath made Jehovah his trust, And hath not turned unto the proud, And those turning aside to lies.

Even mine ally, in whom I trusted, One eating my bread, made great the heel against me,

My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, 'Where is thy God?'

In divers colours she is brought to the king, Virgins -- after her -- her companions, Are brought to thee.

They are brought with joy and gladness, They come into the palace of the king.

Roar -- troubled are its waters, Mountains they shake in its pride. Selah.

Lo, in iniquity I have been brought forth, And in sin doth my mother conceive me.

Lo, truth Thou hast desired in the inward parts, And in the hidden part Wisdom Thou causest me to know.

Have not workers of iniquity known, Those eating my people have eaten bread, God they have not called.

The sin of their mouth is a word of their lips, And they are captured in their pride, And from the curse and lying they recount.

They search out perverse things, 'We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart are deep.

Thou hast brought us into a net, Thou hast placed pressure on our loins.

Therefore hath pride encircled them, Violence covereth them as a dress.

Bright art Thou, honourable above hills of prey.

Lo, He hath smitten a rock, And waters flow, yea, streams overflow. 'Also -- bread is He able to give? Doth He prepare flesh for His people?'

From behind suckling ones He hath brought him in, To rule over Jacob His people, And over Israel His inheritance.

Thou hast caused them to eat bread of tears, And causest them to drink With tears a third time.

(Even a sparrow hath found a house, And a swallow a nest for herself, Where she hath placed her brood,) Thine altars, O Jehovah of Hosts, My king and my God.

O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,

Thou art ruler over the pride of the sea, In the lifting up of its billows Thou dost restrain them.

Before mountains were brought forth, And Thou dost form the earth and the world, Even from age unto age Thou art God.

Be lifted up, O Judge of the earth, Send back a recompence on the proud.

Whoso slandereth in secret his neighbour, Him I cut off, The high of eyes and proud of heart, him I endure not.

Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

Because ashes as bread I have eaten, And my drink with weeping have mingled,

Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,

And wine -- it rejoiceth the heart of man, To cause the face to shine from oil, And bread -- the heart of man it supporteth.

This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There are moving things -- innumerable, Living creatures -- small with great.

And He calleth a famine on the land, The whole staff of bread He hath broken.

They have asked, and He bringeth quails, And with bread of heaven satisfieth them.

Many times He doth deliver them, And they rebel in their counsel, And they are brought low in their iniquity.

From the straitness I called Jah, Jah answered me in a broad place.

Thou hast rebuked the cursed proud, Who are erring from Thy commands.

And I walk habitually in a broad place, For Thy precepts I have sought.

The proud have utterly scorned me, From Thy law I have not turned aside.

Forged against me falsehood have the proud, I with the whole heart keep Thy precepts.

Ashamed are the proud, For with falsehood they dealt perversely with me. I meditate in Thy precepts.

The proud have digged for me pits, That are not according to Thy law.

Of all perfection I have seen an end, Broad is Thy command -- exceedingly!

Make sure Thy servant for good, Let not the proud oppress me.

Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

Her provision I greatly bless, Her needy ones I satisfy with bread,

As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,

I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,

My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

Doing judgment for the oppressed, Giving bread to the hungry.

The wild beast, and all cattle, Creeping thing, and winged bird,