Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

And He inclineth the heavens, and cometh down, And thick darkness is under His feet.

Making my feet like hinds, And on my high places causeth me to stand.

I smite them, and they are not able to rise, They fall under my feet,

Sons of a stranger fade away, And are slain out of their close places.

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he who hath not revived his soul.

Mine eyes are continually unto Jehovah, For He bringeth out from a net my feet.

My foot hath stood in uprightness, In assemblies I bless Jehovah!

Save Thy people, and bless Thine inheritance, And feed them, and carry them to the age!

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

Jehovah made void the counsel of nations, He disallowed the thoughts of the peoples.

By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

When I said, 'Lest they rejoice over me, In the slipping of my foot against me they magnified themselves.

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

Thou makest us food like sheep, And among nations Thou hast scattered us.

He leadeth peoples under us, and nations under our feet.

For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, Dost Thou not my feet from falling? To walk habitually before God in the light of the living!

They -- they wander for food, If they are not satisfied -- then they murmur.

He hath turned a sea to dry land, Through a river they pass over on foot, There do we rejoice in Him.

Who hath placed our soul in life, And suffered not our feet to be moved.

So that thou dashest thy foot in blood, In the blood of enemies -- the tongue of Thy dogs.'

Come do fat ones out of Egypt, Cush causeth her hands to run to God.

And they give for my food gall, And for my thirst cause me to drink vinegar.

A Psalm of Asaph. Only -- good to Israel is God, to the clean of heart. And I -- as a little thing, My feet have been turned aside,

Their eye hath come out from fat. The imaginations of the heart transgressed;

Thou hast broken the heads of leviathan, Thou makest him food, For the people of the dry places.

And they try God in their heart, To ask food for their lust.

Food of the mighty hath each eaten, Venison He sent to them to satiety.

They have not been estranged from their desire, Yet is their food in their mouth,

And the anger of God hath gone up against them, And He slayeth among their fat ones, And youths of Israel He caused to bend.

They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

He causeth him to eat of the fat of wheat, And with honey from a rock I satisfy thee!

Turn back to us, O God of our salvation, And make void Thine anger with us.

On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

Still they bring forth in old age, Fat and flourishing are they,

If I have said, 'My foot hath slipped,' Thy kindness, O Jehovah, supporteth me.

The young lions are roaring for prey, And to seek from God their food.

All of them unto Thee do look, To give their food in its season.

They have afflicted with fetters his feet, Iron hath entered his soul,

All food doth their soul abominate, And they come nigh unto the gates of death,

They have compassed me about, And they fight me without cause.

Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;

For Thou hast delivered my soul from death, My eyes from tears, my feet from overthrowing.

I have reckoned my ways, And turn back my feet unto Thy testimonies.

Insensate as fat hath been their heart, I -- in Thy law I have delighted.

From every evil path I restrained my feet, So that I keep Thy word.

Nun. A lamp to my foot is Thy word, And a light to my path.

Time for Jehovah to work! they have made void Thy law.

He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

Our feet have been standing in thy gates, O Jerusalem!

Giving food to all flesh, For to the age is His kindness.

The eyes of all unto Thee do look, And Thou art giving to them their food in its season,

Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

Who is making thy border peace, With the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.