With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

I profane not My covenant, And that which is going forth from My lips I change not.

And they shed innocent blood -- Blood of their sons and of their daughters, Whom they have sacrificed to idols of Canaan, And the land is profaned with blood.

And I go in unto the altar of God, Unto God, the joy of my rejoicing. And I thank Thee with a harp, O God, my God.

My soul thirsted for God, for the living God, When do I enter and see the face of God?

The earth hath shaken, Yea, the heavens have dropped before God, This Sinai -- before God, the God of Israel.

Fearful, O God, out of Thy sanctuaries, The God of Israel Himself, Giving strength and might to the people. Blessed is God!

O God, in holiness is Thy way, Who is a great god like God?

-- A Psalm of Asaph. God hath stood in the company of God, In the midst God doth judge.