Which we have heard, and come to know, And, our fathers, have recounted to us;

To the end, A later generation, might come m know, Children who should be born, Who should arise, and recount them to their children;

Blow, at the new moon, the horn, At the full moon, for the day of our sacred festival:

They know not, neither can they perceive, In darkness, they wander, All the foundations of the earth do shake.

They have said - Come, and let us wipe them out from being a nation, That the name of Israel may be remembered no more.

That men may know that, thou, Whose Name alone is Yahweh, Art Most High over all the earth.

I will mention Rahab and Babylon, to them who know me - Lo! Philistia and Tyre with Ethiopia, This one was born there.

Among the dead, is my couch, - Like the slain that lie in the grave, Where thou rememberest them no more, Yea, they, from thy hand, are cut off;

How happy are the people who know the joyful sound! O Yahweh! in the light of thy countenance, shall they firmly march along;

No foe shall make exactions on him, Nor shall, a son of perversity, humiliate him;

How to number our days, so grant us to know, That we may win us a heart that hath wisdom.

There shall fall, at thy side, a thousand, Yea, myriads, at thy right hand, Unto thee, shall it not come nigh;

A man that is brutish, cannot know, And, dullard, cannot discern this: -

To declare that upright is Yahweh, My Rock, and no perversity in him.

Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, Sing to Yahweh, all the earth;

Sing to Yahweh, a song that is new, For, wonderful things, hath he done, His own right hand and hi holy arm, have brought him salvation.

Know that, Yahweh, he, is God, - He, made us, and not, we ourselves, His people, and the flock of his pasture.

But, thou, art, the same, - And, thy years, shall have no end:

For, a wind, hath passed ever it, and it is gone, And its own place is acquainted with it no more.

Sinners shall be consumed out of the earth And, the lawless, no more, shall exist, - Bless, O my soul, Yahweh, Praise ye Yah!

He suffered no son of earth to oppress them, And reproved - for their sakes - even kings!

And he bowed down, with labour, their heart, They staggered, with no one to help,

Let him have no one to continue lovingkindness, and there be none to favour his fatherless children;

That they may know that, Thine own hand, this is, Thou, Yahweh, hast done it.

Their hands! but they feel not Their feet! but they walk not, No sound make they in their throat.

Ah now, Yahweh, do save, we beseech thee, Ah now, Yahweh, do send success, we beseech thee!

Before I was afflicted, I myself was going astray, but, now, thy word, have I kept.

I know, O Yahweh, that righteous are thy regulations, and, in faithfulness, didst thou afflict me.

Let them who revere thee, turn unto me, even they who know thy testimonies.

Thy servant, I am - give me understanding, so shall I get to know thy testimonies.

My steps, direct thou by thy word, and let no iniquity, have dominion over me.

Wherewith no reaper, hath filled his hand, nor binder, his bosom:

For, I, know that great is Yahweh, yea, our Lord, is beyond all gods.

Ears, have they, but they hear not, Nose, - there is no breath in their mouth.

I know that Yahweh will execute, the right of the oppressed one, the vindication of the needy.

Their judges, have been hurled down by a crag, Now have men heard my sayings, for they have become sweet.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, - On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, - and no loud lament in our places of concourse: -

Do not ye trust in nobles, in a son of man who hath no deliverance:

Praise ye Yah, Sing to Yahweh a song that is new, his praise in the convocation of the men of lovingkindness.

Because I called, and ye refused, I stretched out my hand, and no one regarded;

So shall thy storehouses be filled with plenty, and, with new wine, shall thy vats overflow.

When thou sittest down, thou shalt have no dread, yea thou shalt lie down, and sweet shall be thy sleep.

Contend not with a man without cause, if he hath dealt thee no wrong.

Hear, ye sons, the correction of a father, and attend, that ye may know understanding.

The way of the lawless, is like darkness, they know not, at what they stumble.

Now, therefore, ye sons, hearken unto me, and do not turn away from the sayings of my mouth.

Which, having no harvest, scribe, or ruler,

For this cause, suddenly cometh his doom, in a moment, shall he be torn in pieces and there be no mending.

So, he that goeth in unto his neighbour's wife, no man shall be guiltless who toucheth her!

Now outside, now in the broadways, and, near every corner, she lieth in wait:

Now, therefore, ye sons, hearken unto me, and attend, to the sayings of my mouth;

For better is wisdom, than ornaments of coral, and, no delightful things, can equal her.

When there was no resounding deep, I had been brought forth, when there were no fountains, abounding with water;

Now, therefore, ye sons, hearken to me, for how happy are they who, to my ways, pay regard!

The blessing of Yahweh, itself maketh rich, and he addeth no grievance therewith.

The lips of the righteous, know what is pleasing, but, the mouth of the lawless, speaketh perversities.

With no guidance, a people will fall, but, safety, lieth in the greatness of the counsellor.

The heart, knoweth its own bitterness, and, in its joy, no stranger shareth.

The soul of the lawless man, craveth mischief, his own friend, findeth no favour in his eyes.

There is no wisdom, nor understanding, nor counsel, to confront Yahweh.

To cause thee to know the meaning of faithful sayings, that thou mayest give back faithful sayings to them who ask thee.

They smote me - I felt no pain, They struck me down - I noticed it not, - When shall I wake up? I will go on, I will seek it, again!

Though thou say, Lo! we knew not this, Shall not, he that proveth hearts, himself, discern? And, he that formeth thy soul, himself, know? and bring back to a son of earth according to his deed?

For there shall be no future for the wicked, The lamp of the lawless, shall go out.

Revere thou Yahweh, my son, and the king, and, with the fickle, have thou no fellowship;

Do not go forth to strive in haste, - lest thou know not what to do in the latter end thereof, when thy neighbour, hath put thee to shame.

A city broken down without a wall, is a man who hath no control over his own spirit.

Without wood a fire is quenched, and, where there is no tattler, strife is hushed.

The lawless, fleeth when no man pursueth, but, the righteous, like a lion, are confident.

A poor man, who oppresseth the helpless, is like a rain beating down, leaving no food.

He that robbeth his father or his mother, and saith, It is no transgression, companion, is he to one who wasteth.

One who giveth to the poor, shall have no want, but, he that hideth his eyes, shall receive many a curse.

He that being often reproved stiffeneth his neck, suddenly shall be hurt, and there be no healing.

A wise man pleading with a foolish man, whether he rage or laugh, there is no settlement.

Where there is no vision, a people is let loose, but, he that keepeth instruction, how happy is he!

By words, a servant will not be corrected, though he perceiveth, yet is there no answer.

So, is the way of a woman committing adultery, - she eateth, and wipeth her mouth, and saith, I have done no iniquity!

The conies, a people of, no power, yet set they, among the crags, their house;

The lion, hero among beasts, which turneth aside from the face of no one;

Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and, his wearying toil, let him remember no more.

That which hath been, is the same that shall be, and, that which hath been done, is the same that shall be done, - and there is, nothing new, under the sun.

Is there a thing, of which it can be said, See here, it is, new? Already, hath it been, for ages, it is something which was before us.

There is, no remembrance, of the thing before, - nor, even of the things after, which shall be, will there be any remembrance, with them who shall come after.

yea I have given my heart, to know wisdom, and to know madness, and folly, - I know that, even this, is a feeding on wind.

Said, I, in my heart, Come now! I will prove thee with gladness, and look thou on blessedness, - but lo! even that, was vanity.

When, I, looked upon all my works, which my hands had made, and on my toil, whereon I had toilsomely wrought, then lo! all, was vanity, and feeding on wind, and there was no profit under the sun.

As for the wise man, his eyes, are in his head, whereas, the dullard, in darkness, doth walk, - but, I myself, knew that, one destiny, happeneth to them, all.

For there is no remembrance of a wise man, more than of a dullard, unto times age-abiding, - seeing that, already, in the days to come, all hath been forgotten, how then cometh it that the wise man dieth equally with the dullard?

and who could know whether a, wise man, he would be or a foolish, and yet he would lord it over all my toil, wherein I had toiled and wherein I had acted wisely, under the sun, - even this, was vanity.

I know that there is no blessedness in them, - save to be glad, and to do well with one's life.

I know, that, whatsoever God doeth, the same, shall be age-abiding, unto it, there is nothing to add, and, from it, there is nothing to take away, - and, God, hath done it, that men should stand in awe before him.

Then again, I, considered all the oppressive deeds which were done under the sun, - and lo! the tears of the oppressed, and they have no comforter, and, on the side of their oppressing, is power, and they have no comforter.

Here is one, without a second, even son or brother, he hath none, yet is there no end to all his toil, even his eye, is not satisfied with riches, - neither saith he For whom, am I toiling, and letting my soul want good? Even this, was vanity, yea a vexatious employment, it was!

For, if the one should fall, the other would raise up his companion, - but alas! for him who is alone when he falleth, with no second to raise him up!

There was no end to all the people, to all before whom he came, yet, they who should come later, would not rejoice in him, - surely, even this, was vanity, and a feeding on wind.

Keep thy foot, when thou goest unto the house of God, and be more ready to hear, than dullards to offer sacrifice, - for they make no acknowledgment of doing wrong.

When thou vowest a vow unto God, do not defer to pay it, for there is no pleasure in dullards, - what thou vowest, pay!

even the sun, it never saw, nor aught did it know, - more quietness, hath this than the other.