Shouldst give him dominion over the works of thy hands, - All things, shouldst have put under his feet:

The nations, have sunk, in the pit they had made, In the net which they had hidden, is caught their own foot.

Are all the workers of iniquity, without knowledge? devouring my people as they devour food! Upon Yahweh, have they not called.

Their own fat heart , have they shut up, - With their mouth, have they spoken proudly.

Then he stretched out the heaven, and came down, - and, thick gloom, was under his feet;

Planting my feet like hinds' feet , yea, on my high places, he caused me to stand:

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

For dogs have surrounded me, - An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,

Mine eyes, are continually unto Yahweh, - for, he, bringeth, out of the net, my feet.

My foot standeth in a level place, In the convocations, will I bless Yahweh.

And hast not shut me up in the hand of the foe, Thou hast given standing, in a roomy place, unto my feet.

Let not the foot of pride reach me, nor, the hand of the lawless, scare me away.

For, like grass, soon shall they wither, and, like green herbage, shall they fade.

Trust in Yahweh, and do good, Dwell in the land, and feed on fidelity;

For I said, Lest they rejoice over me! When my feet were tottering, against me, have they magnified themselves:

So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, - And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:

My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

He will subjugate, Peoples under us, and, Tribes of men beneath our feet.

Are the workers of iniquity, without knowledge? Devouring my people, as they devour food? Upon God, have they not called.

For thou hast rescued my soul from death, Wilt thou not rescue my feet from stumbling? That I may walk to and fro, before God, In the light of life.

The righteous man will rejoice when he hath seen an avenging, His feet, will he bathe in the blood of the lawless one: -

They, may prowl about for food, - And, if they are not satisfied, then let them whine!

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

Who hath set our soul among the living, And hath not suffered, our foot, to slip.

That thou mayest bathe thy foot in blood, - The tongue of thy dogs, from the foes, hath its portion.

But they put in my food - poison! And, for my thirst, they gave for my drink - vinegar!

Thou, didst crush the heads of the Sea-Monster, Thou didst give him to be food, for the people of the deserts;

They put GOD to the proof in their heart, By asking food to their mind:

Lo! he hath smitten a rock, And waters, have gushed out, Yea, torrents, have rushed along, - Food also, can he give? Or provide flesh for his people?

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

They had not turned away from what they had longed for, Yet was their food in their mouth,

Thou hast fed them with the food of tears, And hast caused them to drink the water of weeping in threefold abundance.

Then would he feed them from the marrow of the wheat, Yea, out of the rock - with honey, would I satisfy thee.

Righteousness, before him, shall march long, - That he may make, into a way, the steps of its feet.

On hands, will they bear thee up, Lest thou strike, against a stone, thy foot;

If I say, My foot, hath slipped, Thy lovingkindness, O Yahweh, supporteth me.

Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.

Who causeth the grass to shoot forth for the cattle, And the herb, for the service of man, That he may bring forth food out of the earth;

And, wine, may rejoice the heart of man, Making radiant his well-nourished face, - And, food, may, the heart of man, sustain.

The young lions, roaring for prey, And seeking, from GOD, their food.

All of them, for thee, do wait, That thou mayest give them their food in its season;

They forced, into a fetter, his foot, Into the iron, entered his soul;

All manner of food, their soul abhorreth, and so they draw near unto the gates of death,

Food, hath he given to them who revere him, He will remember, age-abidingly, his covenant.

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

For thou hast rescued my soul from death, - mine eyes from tears, my feet from stumbling.

I have thought upon my ways, and have turned my feet unto thy testimonies.

Gross, like fat, is their heart, I, in thy law, have found dear delight.

From every way of wickedness, have I withheld my feet, that I might keep thy word.

[NUN] A lamp to my feet, is thy word, and a light to my path.

May he not suffer thy foot, to slip, May thy keeper, not slumber!

Who giveth food to all flesh, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

Blessed be Yahweh, my Rock, who teacheth my hands to war, my fingers to fight:

The eyes of all, for thee, do wait, and, thou, givest them their food in its season.

Who executeth justice for the oppressed, who giveth food to the famishing, Yahweh, who liberateth prisoners;

Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.