But -- in the law of Jehovah is his delight, And in His law he doth meditate by day and by night:

Not so the wicked: But -- as chaff that wind driveth away!

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

Tremble ye, and do not sin;' Say ye thus in your heart on your bed, And be ye silent. Selah.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

A pit he hath prepared, and he diggeth it, And he falleth into a ditch he maketh.

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

And I beat them as dust before wind, As mire of the streets I empty them out.

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.

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

And I -- I have said in my haste, 'I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.

Be ye not as a horse -- as a mule, Without understanding, With bridle and bit, its ornaments, to curb, Not to come near unto thee.

Evil doth put to death the wicked, And those hating the righteous are desolate.

They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.

Iniquity he deviseth on his bed, He stationeth himself on a way not good, Evil he doth not refuse.'

But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.

The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

For Thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And those hating us Thou hast put to shame.

But Thou hast smitten us in a place of dragons, And dost cover us over with death-shade.

And still he liveth for ever, He seeth not the pit.

There they feared a fear -- there was no fear, For God hath scattered the bones of him Who is encamping against thee, Thou hast put to shame, For God hath despised them.

But thou, a man -- as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance.

And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I -- I do trust in Thee!

By iniquity they escape, In anger the peoples put down, O God.

A net they have prepared for my steps, Bowed down hath my soul, They have digged before me a pit, They have fallen into its midst. Selah.

To the Overseer. -- 'Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.

Moab is my pot for washing, over Edom I cast my shoe, Shout, concerning me, O Philistia.

And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!

But God hath heard, He hath attended to the voice of my prayer.

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

But God is judge, This He maketh low -- and this He lifteth up.

And place in God their confidence, And forget not the doings of God, But keep His commands.

And He smiteth His adversaries backward, A reproach age-during He hath put on them,

But, My people hearkened not to My voice, And Israel hath not consented to Me.

Those hating Jehovah feign obedience to Him, But their time is -- to the age.

But as man ye die, and as one of the heads ye fall,

I have been reckoned with those going down to the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

Thou hast put me in the lowest pit, In dark places, in depths.

Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.

Thou hast put far from me lover and friend, Mine acquaintance is the place of darkness!

But with thine eyes thou lookest, And the reward of the wicked thou seest,

Jehovah hath reigned, Excellency He hath put on, Jehovah put on strength, He girded Himself, Also -- established is the world, unmoved.

To give rest to him from days of evil, While a pit is digged for the wicked.

As the distance of east from west He hath put far from us our transgressions.

Bless, O my soul, Jehovah! Jehovah, my God, Thou hast been very great, Honour and majesty Thou hast put on.

In their being few in number, But a few, and sojourners in it.

Moab is a pot for my washing, Upon Edom I cast my shoe, Over Philistia I shout habitually.

Mine accusers put on blushing, and are covered, As an upper robe is their shame.

Not to us, O Jehovah, not to us, But to Thy name give honour, For Thy kindness, for Thy truth.

Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;

I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,

I have adhered to Thy testimonies, O Jehovah, put me not to shame.

For the rod of wickedness resteth not On the lot of the righteous, That the righteous put not forth on iniquity their hands.

But with Thee is forgiveness, that Thou mayest be feared.

'If I enter into the tent of my house, If I go up on the couch of my bed,

Thy priests do put on righteousness, And Thy pious ones cry aloud.

The righteous doth beat me in kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer is about their vexations.

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, are mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down to the pit.