and they lift up their eyes from afar and have not discerned him, and they lift up their voice and weep, and rend each his robe, and sprinkle dust on their heads -- heavenward.

Let the cursers of day mark it, Who are ready to wake up Leviathan.

To a man whose way hath been hidden, And whom God doth shut up?

The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.

And a spirit before my face doth pass, Stand up doth the hair of my flesh;

For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.

For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

Thou comest in full age unto the grave, As the going up of a stalk in its season.

O that my provocation were thoroughly weighed, And my calamity in balances They would lift up together!

For arrows of the Mighty are with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves for me!

Consumed hath been a cloud, and it goeth, So he who is going down to Sheol cometh not up.

Lo, this is the joy of his way, And from the dust others spring up.'

Who is speaking to the sun, and it riseth not, And the stars He sealeth up.

Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'

Thy hands have taken pains about me, And they make me together round about, And Thou swallowest me up!

And these Thou hast laid up in Thy heart, I have known that this is with Thee.

If I have done wickedly -- woe to me, And righteously -- I lift not up my head, Full of shame -- then see my affliction,

Are not my days few? Cease then, and put from me, And I brighten up a little,

If He pass on, and shut up, and assemble, Who then dost reverse it?

For then thou liftest up thy face from blemish, And thou hast been firm, and fearest not.

Lo, He breaketh down, and it is not built up, He shutteth against a man, And it is not opened.

Lo, He keepeth in the waters, and they are dried up, And he sendeth them forth, And they overturn the land.

Sealed up in a bag is my transgression, And Thou sewest up mine iniquity.

'All days of the wicked he is paining himself, And few years have been laid up for the terrible one.

He turneth not aside from darkness, His tender branch doth a flame dry up, And he turneth aside at the breath of His mouth!

And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

God shutteth me up unto the perverse, And to the hands of the wicked turneth me over.

And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

Astonished are the upright at this, And the innocent against the profane Stirreth himself up.

From beneath his roots are dried up, And from above cut off is his crop.

My way He hedged up, and I pass not over, And on my paths darkness He placeth.

Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

Though his excellency go up to the heavens, And his head against a cloud he strike --

They lift themselves up at timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of an organ.

God layeth up for his sons his sorrow, He giveth recompense unto him -- and he knoweth.

If thou dost return unto the Mighty Thou art built up, Thou puttest iniquity far from thy tents.

For then on the Mighty thou delightest thyself, And dost lift up unto God thy face,

For they have made low, And thou sayest, 'Lift up.' And the bowed down of eyes he saveth.

The command of His lips, and I depart not. Above my allotted portion I have laid up The sayings of His mouth.

He hath dug in the darkness -- houses; By day they shut themselves up, They have not known light.

High they were for a little, and they are not, And they have been brought low. As all others they are shut up, And as the head of an ear of corn cut off.

Binding up the waters in His thick clouds, And the cloud is not rent under them.

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

His remnant in death are buried, And his widows do not weep.

If he heap up as dust silver, And as clay prepare clothing,

Take him up doth an east wind, and he goeth, And it frighteneth him from his place,

And Job addeth to lift up his simile, and saith: --

Seen me have youths, and they, been hidden, And the aged have risen -- they stood up.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

Thou dost lift me up, On the wind Thou dost cause me to ride, And Thou meltest -- Thou levellest me.

Did not I weep for him whose day is hard? Grieved hath my soul for the needy.

(But from my youth He grew up with me as with a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)

If I rejoice at the ruin of my hater, And stirred up myself when evil found him,

If not -- on my shoulder I take it up, I bind it a crown on myself.

If against me my land doth cry out, And together its furrows weep,

Lo, my breast is as wine not opened, Like new bottles it is broken up.

I lift up my knowledge from afar, And to my Maker I ascribe righteousness.

Desire not the night, For the going up of peoples in their stead.

Is it declared to Him that I speak? If a man hath spoken, surely he is swallowed up.

And He shutteth up with doors the sea, In its coming forth, from the womb it goeth out.

And withheld from the wicked is their light, And the arm lifted up is broken.

Hast thou come in to springs of the sea? And in searching the deep Hast thou walked up and down?

To satisfy a desolate and waste place, And to cause to shoot up The produce of the tender grass?

Dost thou lift up to the cloud thy voice, And abundance of water doth cover thee?

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.

At the time on high she lifteth herself up, She laugheth at the horse and at his rider.

At thy command goeth an eagle up high? Or lifteth he up his nest?

And his brood gulp up blood, And where the pierced are -- there is he!

A pride -- strong ones of shields, Shut up -- a close seal.

A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

Rise, O Jehovah, in Thine anger, Be lifted up at the wrath of mine adversaries, And awake Thou for me: Judgment Thou hast commanded:

O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.

Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

He hath not slandered by his tongue, He hath not done to his friend evil; And reproach he hath not lifted up Against his neighbour.

Multiplied are their griefs, Who have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.

Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it.

We sing of thy salvation, And in the name of our God set up a banner. Jehovah doth fulfil all thy requests.

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

Who goeth up into the hill of Jehovah? And who riseth up in His holy place?

The clean of hands, and pure of heart, Who hath not lifted up to vanity his soul, Nor hath sworn to deceit.

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, my soul I lift up.

Though a host doth encamp against me, My heart doth not fear, Though war riseth up against me, In this I am confident.

For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.

And now, lifted up is my head, Above my enemies -- my surrounders, And I sacrifice in His tent sacrifices of shouting, I sing, yea, I sing praise to Jehovah.

Hear the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee, In my lifting up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

For they attend not to the doing of Jehovah, And unto the work of His hands. He throweth them down, And doth not build them up.

A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down to the pit.

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

How abundant is Thy goodness, That Thou hast laid up for those fearing Thee,

Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me.

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

They do not say in their heart, 'Aha, our desire.' They do not say, 'We swallowed him up.'

Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age is as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity is every man set up. Selah.

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