Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall by their own counsels, - Into the throng of their own transgressions, thrust them down, For they have rebelled against thee: -

A pit, he cut out, and digged it, and then fell into the ditch he had made:

With cursing, his mouth is full, and with deceptions and oppression, Under his tongue, are trouble and mischief:

In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

Then he rode on a cherub, and flew, and darted on the wings of the wind;

I crushed them, and they were unable to rise, They fell under my feet.

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 there drew near against me evil-doers to devour my flesh, mine adversaries, and mine enemies - mine! - they, stumbled and fell!

Who loveth righteousness and justice, With the lovingkindness of Yahweh, the earth is full.

There shall reach him a ruin he could not know, - Yea, his own net which he hath hidden, shall capture him, Into that ruin, shall he fall!

They abundantly relish the fatness of thy house, - And out of the full stream of thine own pleasures, thou givest them to drink.

There did the workers of iniquity fall, - thrust down and not able to rise!

Though he fall, he shall not be hurled headlong, For, Yahweh, is holding his hand.

Thine arrows, are sharp - Peoples, under thee, fall! In the heart of the foes of the king.

In embroidered raiment, shall she be brought unto the king - The virgins that follow her, her companions, are to be conducted unto thee:

A net, did they fix for my steps, My soul was bowed down, - They digged before me a pit, They fell into the midst thereof! Selah.

Let such men flow away like waters that disperse themselves: He prepareth his arrow, Like grass let them be cut down:

Bring to a full end in wrath, Bring to a full end, that they be no more, - That men may know that, God, is ruling in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. Selah.

But, I, will sing thy power, And will shout aloud, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, - For thou has become a refuge for me, And a place to flee to in the day of my distress.

God, hath spoken in his holiness - I will exult! I will apportion Shechem, And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

Thou hast visited the earth, and made it abound, Abundantly, dost thou enrich it - The channel of God, is full of waters, Thou preparest their corn, Yea, thus, dost thou prepare it:

Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered, Yea let them that hate him flee before him:

Kings of armies, they flee! they flee! And, she that stayeth at home, shall share the spoil.

Surely, in slippery places, dost thou set them, - Thou hast suffered them to fall into places of danger.

Thou, didst cleave open fountain and torrent, Thou, didst dry up rivers of steady flow:

Have respect to thy covenant, For the dark places of the earth are full of the habitations of violence.

For, a cup, is in the hand of Yahweh, Whose wine is foaming, It is full of spiced wine, Which he hath caused to flow from one to another, - Surely, the dregs thereof, they shall drain out - they shall drink, Even all the lawless ones of the earth.

The clouds, poured down waters, The skies uttered, a voice, Yea, thine arrows, flew hither and thither;

And he brought forth streams out of the cliff, And caused waters to flow down, like rivers.

The food of the mighty, each one did eat, Nourishment, sent he them to the full;

And let them fall in the midst of their camp, - Round about their habitations.

Yet, he, full of compassion, would put a propitiatory-covering over iniquity, and not destroy, - Yea, many a time, turned he back his anger, And would not stir up all his wrath.

His priests, by the sword, did fall, And, his widows, were not able to bewail.

Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:

I, Yahweh, am thy God, Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, - Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.

But indeed, like the earth-born, shall ye die! And, like one of the princes, shall ye fall!

Fill thou their faces with dishonour, That men may seek thy Name, O Yahweh;

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

There shall fall, at thy side, a thousand, Yea, myriads, at thy right hand, Unto thee, shall it not come nigh;

For, unto righteousness, shall the judicial sentence return, Then shall follow it - all the upright in heart.

I will not set before mine eyes, a vile thing, - The doing of them who fall away, I hate, It shall not cleave unto me;

They, shall perish, But, thou, wilt abide; And, they all, like a garment, shall fall in pieces, As a vesture, wilt thou change them and they shall vanish;

At thy rebuke, they flee, At the voice of thy thunder, they hurry away;

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

How thy works abound, O Yahweh! All of them - in wisdom, hast thou made, The earth is full of thy possession: -

And saved them from the hand of one full of hatred, And redeemed them out of the hand of the foe;

So he lifted up his hand unto them, that he would let them fall in the desert;

God, hath spoken in his holiness, I will exult! I will apportion Shechem! And, the Vale of Succoth, will I measure out;

He will judge among the nations - full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

Their hands! but they feel not Their feet! but they walk not, No sound make they in their throat.

Gracious is Yahweh and righteous, and, our God, is full of compassion.

Thou didst, thrust sore, at me that I might fall, But, Yahweh, hath helped me.

Of thy lovingkindness, O Yahweh, the earth, is full, Thy statutes, teach thou me.

Yahweh, hath done great things with us, we are full of joy!

Praise ye Yah, For good is Yahweh, Sing praises to his Name, For it is full of delight;

Whither can I go from thy spirit? or whither, from thy face, can I flee?

May there be dropped on them live coals, - Into the fire, may they be let fall, into watery pits from which they shall not rise.

They who are lawless, shall fall into the nooses thereof, while, I, at the same time, pass on.

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands - by myriads, in our open fields: