Sons of men! till when is my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.

In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!

And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow in my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me?

A Psalm of David. Jehovah, who doth sojourn in Thy tent? Who doth dwell in Thy holy hill?

I pursue mine enemies, and overtake them, And turn back not till they are consumed.

Trust in Jehovah, and do good, Dwell in the land, and enjoy faithfulness,

Turn aside from evil, and do good, and dwell to the age.

The righteous possess the land, And they dwell for ever on it.

If I am hungry I tell not to thee, For Mine is the world and its fulness.

Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

God -- causing the lonely to dwell at home, Bringing out bound ones into prosperity, Only -- the refractory have inhabited a dry place.

And the seed of His servants inherit it, And those loving His name dwell in it!

And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.

Flourish in his days doth the righteous, And abundance of peace till the moon is not.

Till I come in to the sanctuaries of God, I attend to their latter end.

Remember Thy company. Thou didst purchase of old, Thou didst redeem the rod of Thy inheritance, This mount Zion -- Thou didst dwell in it.

Till when, O God, doth an adversary reproach? Doth an enemy despise thy name for ever?

And casteth out nations from before them, And causeth them to fall in the line of inheritance, And causeth the tribes of Israel to dwell in their tents,

And they turn back, And deal treacherously like their fathers, They have been turned like a deceitful bow,

Till when, O Jehovah? art Thou angry for ever? Thy jealousy doth burn as fire.

Jehovah, God of Hosts, till when? Thou hast burned against the prayer of Thy people.

Till when do ye judge perversely? And the face of the wicked lift up? Selah.

For good is a day in Thy courts, O Teacher! I have chosen rather to be at the threshold, In the house of my God, Than to dwell in tents of wickedness.

Only, near to those fearing Him is His salvation, That honour may dwell in our land.

And My kindness I break not from him, Nor do I deal falsely in My faithfulness.

Till when, O Jehovah, art Thou hidden? For ever doth Thy fury burn as fire?

Turn back, O Jehovah, till when? And repent concerning Thy servants.

Till when do the wicked, O Jehovah? Till when do the wicked exult?

Mine eyes are on the faithful of the land, To dwell with me, Whoso is walking in a perfect way, he serveth me.

By them the fowl of the heavens doth dwell, From between the branches They give forth the voice.

Man goeth forth to his work, And to his service -- till evening.

Till the time of the coming of His word The saying of Jehovah hath tried him.

And He causeth the hungry to dwell there, And they prepare a city of habitation.

And Thou, O Jehovah Lord, Deal with me for Thy name's sake, Because Thy kindness is good, deliver me.

A Psalm of David. The affirmation of Jehovah to my Lord: 'Sit at My right hand, Till I make thine enemies thy footstool.'

Sustained is his heart -- he feareth not, Till that he look on his adversaries.

Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

Till I do find a place for Jehovah, Tabernacles for the Mighty One of Jacob.

I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea,

Only -- the righteous give thanks to Thy name, The upright do dwell with Thy presence!

The wicked fall in their nets together, till I pass over!

For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

And the strength of Thy fearful acts they tell, And Thy greatness I recount.

The honour of Thy kingdom they tell, And of Thy might they speak,