If we have forgotten the name of our God, And spread our hands to a strange God,

There is not in thee a strange god, And thou bowest not thyself to a strange god.

In the going out of Israel from Egypt, The house of Jacob from a strange people,

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

Give ye thanks to Jehovah with a harp, With psaltery of ten strings sing praise to Him,

On ten strings and on psaltery, On higgaion, with harp.

O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.