For in his mouth is nothing worthy of trust, Their inward purpose, is engulphing ruin, - An opened sepulchre, is their throat, With their tongue, speak they smooth things.

He will rain upon the lawless live-coals, Fire and brimstone and a burning wind, are the portion of their cup.

For, by thee, I ran through a troop, and, by my God, I leapt over a wall.

And, he, is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, he rejoiceth as a hero to run a race:

Thou spreadest before me a table, in face of mine adversaries, Thou hast anointed, with oil, my head, My cup, hath run over.

There shall reach him a ruin he could not know, - Yea, his own net which he hath hidden, shall capture him, Into that ruin, shall he fall!

Yea they who are seeking my life, have laid snares, and they who are asking my harm, have threatened engulfing ruin, And, deceitful things - all day long, do they mutter.

If thou sawest a thief, then didst thou run with him, - And, with adulterers, hath been thy chosen life;

A pure heart, create for me, O God, And, a steadfast spirit, renew within me.

Engulfing ruin, doth thy tongue devise, Like a whetted razor, working deceit;

Engulfing ruin, is in her midst, And there depart not from her broadway, oppression and deceit.

Show me favour, O God, Show me favour, For, in thee, hath my soul sought refuge, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I seek refuge, Until the storm of ruin pass by.

For no iniquity, do they run that they may take their stand, Rouse thyself to meet me, and see.

My soul hath run clinging to thee, On me, hath thy right hand laid hold.

A bounteous rain, dost thou shed abroad, O God, upon thine inheritance, When exhausted, thou thyself, hast supported it:

Let him come down, Like rain on fields to be mown, Like myriad drops on land to be reaped.

Passing through the balsam-vale, A place of fountains, they make it, Yea, with blessings, is it covered by the early rain.

Shall the throne that inflicteth ruin, have fellowship with thee, That frameth oppression, by statute?

The way of thy commandments, will I run, for thou wilt enlarge my heart.

Streams of water, have run down mine eyes, because men have not kept thy law.

Causing vapours to ascend from the end of the earth, - Lightnings for the rain, hath he made, bringing forth wind out of his treasuries.

Yahweh, will reign, to times age-abiding, Thy God, O Zion, to generation after generation. Praise ye Yah!

Who covereth the heavens with clouds, preparing rain for the earth, who causeth the mountains to sprout grass: