My steps have held fast to Your paths.
My feet have not slipped.

For He spoke, and it was done;
He commanded, and it stood fast.

Like godless jesters at a feast,
They gnashed at me with their teeth.

They hold fast to themselves an evil purpose;
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, “Who can see them?”

You visit the earth and cause it to overflow;
You greatly enrich it;
The stream of God is full of water;
You prepare their grain, for thus You prepare the earth.

Blow the trumpet at the new moon,
At the full moon, on our feast day.

Remember me, O Lord, in Your favor toward Your people;
Visit me with Your salvation,

How precious also are Your thoughts to me, O God!
How vast is the sum of them!