I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

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

Yet through all the earth, hath gone forth their voice, - and, to the end of the world, their sayings, - For the sun, hath he set up a tent therein;

Yea, though I walk through a valley death-shadowed, I will fear no harm, for, thou, art with me, Thy rod and thy staff, they, comfort me.

When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;

I will keep in remembrance thy Name, through each succeeding generation, For this cause, peoples, shall praise thee, to times age-abiding and beyond.

Say unto God - How fearful in thy doings, Through the abounding of thy power, shall thy foes come cringing unto thee;

He turned the sea into dry land, Through the stream, crossed they over on foot, There did we rejoice in him:

Sing ye to God, Make music of his Name, - Lift up (a song), to him that rideth through the waste plains, - Since Yah is his name, exult ye before him.

O God! When thou camest forth before thy people, When thou didst stride through the wilderness, Selah.

Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, - The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.

I am weary with mine outcry, Parched is my throat, - Mine eyes have become dim, through waiting for my God.

Let them not be ashamed, through me, Who have waited for thee, O My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, - Let them not be confounded, through me, Who are seeking thee, O God of Israel!

They have set, in the heavens, their mouth, And, their tongue, marcheth through the earth.

He clave the sea, and caused them to pass through, And reared up the waters like a mound;

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

Mine eye, hath dimmed through affliction; I have called upon thee, O Yahweh, all day long, I have spread out, unto thee, my hands.

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

Who hast sent forth springs, through the torrent-beds, Between the mountains, they flow along;

Yahweh himself, is our God, Through all the land, are his just decision.

He opened the rock, and there gushed forth waters, They flowed along, through parched places, as a river;

So he rebuked the Red Sea, and it dried up, And he led them through deeps, as pasture-land;

Men who go down to the sea, in ships, doing business through mighty waters;

That cometh down low to look, through the heavens and through the earth;

And caused Israel to pass through the midst thereof, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

To him that led his people through the desert, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

Yahweh, will carry through my cause, - O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.