I will praise Yahweh with all my heart, I will recount all thy wonderful doings:

That I may recount all thy praises, In the gates of the daughter of Zion, may exult in thy salvation.

To sound aloud a song, and to recount all thy wonderful doings.

Apply your mind to her rampart, Pass between her palaces, That ye may recount them to an after generation;

But, to the lawless one, God saith, What hast, thou, to do, to recount my statutes? Or that thou hast taken up my covenant upon thy mouth?

Come! hearken - that I may recount, all ye reverers of God, What he hath done for my soul: -

But, as for me, the drawing near of God, is my blessedness, - I have made, of My Lord Yahweh, my refuge, - That I may recount all thy works.

To the end, A later generation, might come m know, Children who should be born, Who should arise, and recount them to their children;

So, we, thy people, and the sheep of thy pasture, will give thanks unto thee, to times age-abiding, - To generation after generation, will we recount thy praise.

Yea let them sacrifice the sacrifices of thanksgiving, and recount his works with a shout.

I shall not die, but live, That I may recount the doings of Yah.

I would recount them! Beyond the sands, they multiply, I rouse myself - and am still with thee.

And, the might of thy terrible acts, shall men speak, and, as for thy greatness, I will recount it.