Favour me, O Jehovah, for I am weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak.

Stir up, and wake to my judgment, My God, and my Lord, to my plea.

Observe the perfect, and see the upright, For the latter end of each is peace.

Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, in vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

And with Thee, O Lord, is kindness, For Thou dost recompense to each, According to his work!

Rebuke a beast of the reeds, a company of bulls, With calves of the peoples, Each humbling himself with pieces of silver, Scatter Thou peoples delighting in conflicts.

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

Remember not for us the iniquities of forefathers, Haste, let Thy mercies go before us, For we have been very weak.

Before Ephraim, and Benjamin, and Manasseh, Wake up Thy might, and come for our salvation.

Judge ye the weak and fatherless, The afflicted and the poor declare righteous.

Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.

And of Zion it is said: Each one was born in her, And He, the Most High, doth establish her.

Even Sihon king of the Amorite, And Og king of Bashan, And all kingdoms of Canaan.

And Og king of Bashan, For to the age is His kindness.