When I observe Your heavens,
the work of Your fingers,
the moon and the stars,
which You set in place,

I do not rebuke you for your sacrifices
or for your burnt offerings,
which are continually before Me.

Remember Your congregation,
which You purchased long ago
and redeemed as the tribe for Your own possession.
Remember Mount Zion where You dwell.

He established a testimony in Jacob
and set up a law in Israel,
which He commanded our fathers
to teach to their children

He sent among them swarms of flies,
which fed on them,
and frogs, which devastated them.

He chose instead the tribe of Judah,
Mount Zion, which He loved.

There the ships move about,
and Leviathan, which You formed to play there.

They served their idols,
which became a snare to them.

I delight in Your commands,
which I love.

I will lift up my hands to Your commands,
which I love,
and will meditate on Your statutes.

Let them be like grass on the rooftops,
which withers before it grows up