May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, - the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, - My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

For, no salvation, will they utter, - But, against the quiet of the land, deceitful things, do they devise;

Mine own tongue also, shall softly utter thy righteousness, - All the day long, - thy praise!

My wounds are of bad odour - they have festered, by reason of my folly:

BOOK THE SECOND As, the hart, cometh panting up to the channels of water, So my soul, panteth for thee, O God.

Wilt thou cleanse me from sin with hyssop, That I may be pure? Wilt thou wash me, That I may be whiter, than snow?

Their poison, is like unto the poison of a serpent, Like the deaf adder, that stoppeth his ear;

O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee, - My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land - dry, and weary for want of water, -

As with fatness and richness, shall my soul be satisfied, And, with joyfully shouting lips, shall my mouth utter praise.

Thou didst let men ride at our head; We went into fire and into water, But thou didst bring us forth into freedom.

Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale - for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.

They have poured out their blood like water, Round about Jerusalem, With none to bury.

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

On the lion and adder, shalt thou tread, Shalt trample on young lion and crocodile.

Over them, the bird of the heavens settleth down, From amidst the foliage, they utter a voice.

He turneth Rivers into a desert, and, Springs of Water, into thirsty ground,

He turneth A Desert, into a pool of water, and, A Parched Land into springs of water;

Because he clothed himself in cursing as his outer garment, therefore may it have entered like water into his inward part, and like oil into his bones;

Who turneth The Rock into a pool of water, The Flint into springs of water.

Streams of water, have run down mine eyes, because men have not kept thy law.

The splendour of the glory of thy majesty, shall they speak, and, thy wonders, will I utter.