His ways are always secure;
Your lofty judgments are beyond his sight;
he scoffs at all his adversaries.

He trains my hands for war;
my arms can bend a bow of bronze.

I am bent over and brought low;
all day long I go around in mourning.

He sent His burning anger against them:
fury, indignation, and calamity—
a band of deadly messengers.

They band together against the life of the righteous
and condemn the innocent to death.

Here is the sea, vast and wide,
teeming with creatures beyond number—
living things both large and small.

The Lord is God and has given us light.
Bind the festival sacrifice with cords
to the horns of the altar.

I open my mouth and pant
because I long for Your commands.

This extraordinary knowledge is beyond me.
It is lofty; I am unable to reach it.