Teaching my hands for battle, And a bow of brass was brought down by my arms.

I wash in innocency my hands, And I compass Thine altar, O Jehovah.

And transgressors were destroyed together, The latter end of the wicked was cut off.

I was dumb with silence, I kept silent from good, and my pain is excited.

Thoroughly wash me from mine iniquity, And from my sin cleanse me,

There they feared a fear -- there was no fear, For God hath scattered the bones of him Who is encamping against thee, Thou hast put to shame, For God hath despised them.

Only -- a vain thing! I have purified my heart, And I wash in innocency my hands,

I mention Rahab and Babel to those knowing Me, Lo, Philistia, and Tyre, with Cush! This one was born there.

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

Jehovah doth recount in the describing of the peoples, 'This one was born there.' Selah.

A preserver of the simple is Jehovah, I was low, and to me He giveth salvation.

Shin. Princes have pursued me without cause, And because of Thy words was my heart afraid.

Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.