He doth send thy help from the sanctuary, And from Zion doth support thee,

To sound with a voice of confession, And to recount all Thy wonders.

Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They -- they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles.

God hath gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

Thy mouth thou hast sent forth with evil, And thy tongue joineth deceit together,

He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant.

Bless, ye peoples, our God, And sound the voice of His praise,

Kings of Tarshish and of the isles send back a present. Kings of Sheba and Seba a reward bring near.

They have sent into fire Thy sanctuary, to the earth they polluted the tabernacle of Thy name,

Food of the mighty hath each eaten, Venison He sent to them to satiety.

And He raineth on them flesh as dust, And as sand of the seas -- winged fowl,

And I send them away in the enmity of their heart, They walk in their own counsels.

Then Thou hast spoken in vision, To Thy saint, yea, Thou sayest, I have placed help upon a mighty one, Exalted a chosen one out of the people,

Be lifted up, O Judge of the earth, Send back a recompence on the proud.

He hath sent before them a man, For a servant hath Joseph been sold.

The king hath sent, and looseth him, The ruler of the peoples, and draweth him out.

He hath sent Moses His servant, Aaron whom He had fixed on.

He hath sent darkness, and it is dark, And they have not provoked His word.

The rod of thy strength doth Jehovah send from Zion, Rule in the midst of thine enemies.

Redemption He hath sent to His people, He hath appointed to the age His covenant, Holy and fearful is His name.

He sent tokens and wonders into thy midst, O Egypt, On Pharaoh and on all his servants.

I recount them! than the sand they are more, I have waked, and I am still with Thee.

Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

The memorial of the abundance of Thy goodness they send forth. And Thy righteousness they sing.