I am wearied with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

Some make mention of chariots, and some of horses, but we of the name of Jehovah our God.

For in the hand of Jehovah there is a cup, and it foameth with wine, it is full of mixture; and he poureth out of the same; yea, the dregs thereof shall all the wicked of the earth drain off, and drink.

But thou art the Same, and thy years shall have no end.

From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same, let Jehovah's name be praised.

The sum of thy word is truth, and every righteous judgment of thine is for ever.

But how precious are thy thoughts unto me, O God! how great is the sum of them!