Sing ye to Him a new song, Play skilfully with shouting.

Stir up, and wake to my judgment, My God, and my Lord, to my plea.

Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.

Arise, O God, plead Thy plea, Remember Thy reproach from a fool all the day.

Blow in the month a trumpet, In the new moon, at the day of our festival,

There do ships go: leviathan, That Thou hast formed to play in it.

And they are coupled to Baal-Peor, And eat the sacrifices of the dead,

He maketh a wilderness become a pool of water, And a dry land become fountains of waters.

He is turning the rock to a pool of waters, The flint to a fountain of waters!

Plead my plea, and redeem me, According to Thy saying quicken me.

He sendeth forth His word and melteth them, He causeth His wind to blow -- the waters flow.