Engulfing ruin, doth thy tongue devise, Like a whetted razor, working deceit;

But, God, hath been my king from aforetime, Working Deliverances in the midst of the earth.

Let not my heart incline to a matter of wrong, that I should busy myself with practices in lawlessness, with men working iniquity, and let me not eat of their dainties.

A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,

For the dead, wilt thou perform a wonder? Or shall, the shades, arising, give thee thanks? Selah.

Shall any wonder of thine, be known in the dark? Or, thy righteousness, in the land of forgetfulness?

We will not withhold them from their children, To a later generation, recounting the praises of Yahweh, Even his might and his wonders which he wrought;

They, see the works of Yahweh, and his wonders in the deep;

As for the workings of men, By the word of thy lips, have, I, taken heed of the paths of the violent one.