Thou dost rule them with a sceptre of iron, As a vessel of a potter Thou dost crush them.'

Better is the little of the righteous, Than the store of many wicked.

Because better is Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.

Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.

And it is better to Jehovah than an ox, A bullock -- horned -- hoofed.

Better to take refuge in Jehovah than to trust in man,

Better to take refuge in Jehovah, Than to trust in princes.

Better to me is the law of Thy mouth Than thousands of gold and silver!