Thou sufferest us to turn back from the adversary, And, they who hate us, have plundered at will:

Thou dust make us, A by-word among the nations, - A shaking of the head among the peoples.

All this, hath come upon us, Yet had we not forgotten thee, Neither had we dealt falsely with thy covenant;

Our heart had not drawn back, Nor had our goings swerved from thy path;

If we had forgotten the Name of our God, And had spread forth our hands unto the GOD of the foreigner,

Wherefore shouldst thou hide, thy face? Shouldst forget our humiliation and our oppression?

Hide thy face from my sins, - And, all mine iniquities, blot out;

There have they been in great dread where no dread was, Because, God, hath scattered the bones of thy besieger, - Thou hast put him to shame, Because, God, had, rejected, them.

Give ear, O God, to my prayer, And do not hide thyself from my supplication:

For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, - Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;

They stir up strife - they lie hid, They, mark my steps, - Seeing they have waited for my life.

Mine, is Gilead - and mine, Manasseh, But, Ephraim, is the defence, of my head, Judah, is my commander's staff;

Wilt thou hide me, From the conclave of evil-doers, From the crowd of workers of iniquity.

Thou didst let men ride at our head; We went into fire and into water, But thou didst bring us forth into freedom.

If, iniquity, I had cared for in my heart, My Lord, had not heard me!

Let God arise, let his enemies be scattered, Yea let them that hate him flee before him:

Yea, God himself, will smite through the head of his foes, - The hairy crown of him that is marching on in his guilty deeds.

More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause, - Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause, - What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore.

O God, thou, hast known my folly, And, my wrong-doings, from thee, have not been hid.

Then do not hide thy face from thy servant, Because I am in distress, haste thou - answer me!

If I had thought, I will relate it thus, Lo! the circle of thy sons, had I betrayed.

Until I could enter the holy places of God, - Could give heed to their hereafter: -

But my heart had grown embittered, And, in my reins, had I received wounds;

But, I, was brutish, and could not perceive, Like the beasts, had I become before thee.

And forgat His doings, And his wonders which he had showed them:

Though he had commanded the skies above, And, the doors of the heavens, had opened;

And had rained on them manna to eat, And, the corn of the heavens, had given to them:

So they did eat and were abundantly filled, When, what they longed for, he had brought them: -

They had not turned away from what they had longed for, Yet was their food in their mouth,

He sent among them the heat of his anger, Wrath and indignation and distress, - A mission of messengers of misfortune:

So he gave up the habitation of Shiloh, The tent he had set up among Men;

Then awoke, as one that had slept, Adonay, As a warrior exulting with wine!

Perform with me a token for good, - That they who hate me may see and be ashamed, In that, thou, Yahweh, hast helped me and comforted me.

Wherefore, O Yahweh, shouldst thou reject my soul? shouldst thou hide thy face from me?

And I will shatter, from before him, his adversaries, And, them who hate him, will I smite;

How long, O Yahweh, Wilt thou hide thyself utterly? Shall thine indignation, burn like fire?

For thou hat made me glad, O Yahweh, in thy doing, In the works of thy hands, will I shout for joy.

If, Yahweh, had not been a help to me, Soon had sunk into silence - my soul!

I will not set before mine eyes, a vile thing, - The doing of them who fall away, I hate, It shall not cleave unto me;

That he looked down, out of his holy height, Yahweh, from the heavens unto the earth, directed his gaze; -

He let them turn their heart - To hate his people, To deal treacherously with his servants;

He sent Moses his servant, Aaron, whom he had chosen.

Egypt rejoiced when they went out, For the dread of them had fallen upon them.

They forgat GOD their saviour, who had done great things in Egypt:

Then would he have bidden to destroy them, - had not Moses his chosen, stood in the breach before him, To turn back his wrath from destroying.

They destroyed not the peoples of which Yahweh had spoken to them;

But had fellowship with the nations, and learned their doings;

So he delivered them up into the hand of the nations, And they who hated them, had dominion over them;

Because they had rebelled against the sayings of GOD, - and, the counsel of the Most High, they had spurned;

Mine, is Gilead - mine, Manasseh, but, Ephraim, is the defence of my head, Judah, is my commander's staff;

So, I, am become a reproach for them, They see me, they shake their head.

He will judge among the nations - full of dead bodies! He hath shattered the head over a land far extended:

Of the torrent in the way, will he drink; - For this cause, will he lift up his head.

Yahweh, is on my side, with them who help me, I, therefore shall gaze upon them who hate me.

A stone the builders refused, hath become the head of the corner:

[BETH] Wherewithal can a young man keep pure his way? By taking heed, according to thy word.

A sojourner, am, I, in the earth, Do not hide from me, thy commandments.

A raging heat, hath seized me, by reason of the lawless, who forsake thy law.

This, have I had, because, thy precepts, have I observed.

A little more, and they had consumed me in the earth, but, I, forsake not thy precepts.

Had not thy law been my dear delight, then, had I perished in mine affliction.

Out of thy precepts, will I get understanding, For this cause, do I hate every false way.

[SAMECH] Half-hearted ones, do I hate, but, thy law, do I love.

For this cause, all thy precepts concerning all things, I deem right, Every way of falsehood, I hate.

Falsehood, I hate and abhor, Thy law, do I love.

Long, hath my soul had her dwelling with him that hateth peace:

If it had not been, Yahweh, who was on our side, oh might Israel say:

Then, alive, had they swallowed us up, in the glow of their anger against us;

Then, the waters, had whelmed us, the torrent, gone over our soul;

Then, had gone over our soul the waters so proud!

Let all who hate Zion, be ashamed and shrink back:

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

Thou, hast observed my downsitting and mine uprising, Thou hast given heed to my desire, from afar:

My substance was not hid from thee, - when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower parts of the earth.

Do I not hate, them who hate thee, O Yahweh? And loathe, them who rise up against thee?

With completeness of hatred, I hate them, As enemies, have they become to me.

O Yahweh, My Lord, my saving strength, thou hast screened my head in the day of battle.

As for the head of them who surround me, Let the mischief of their lips cover them:

Let a righteous man smite me - a lovingkindness, that he should correct me, an oil for the head which let not my head refuse! For, yet, even my prayer, shall be in their calamities.

When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, - In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

For, a wreath of beauty, shall they be to thy head, and chains of ornament, to thy neck.

At the head of bustling streets, she crieth aloud, - at the openings of the gates in the city - her sayings, she doth utter: -

How long, ye simple ones, will ye love simplicity? and, scoffers, in scoffing, delight them? and, dullards, hate knowledge?

If thou seek her as silver, and, like hid treasure, thou search for her,

She will give for thy head, a wreath of beauty, A crown of adorning, will she bestow upon thee.

These six things, doth Yahweh hate, yea, seven, are the abomination of his soul: -

Or can a man walk upon hot coals, and, his feet, not be burned?

The reverence of Yahweh, is to hate wickedness: pride, arrogance, and the way of wickedness; And a mouth of perverse things, do I hate.

Yahweh, had constituted me the beginning of his way, before his works, at the commencement of that time;

At the outset of the ages, had I been established, in advance of the antiquities of the earth;

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

Ere yet the mountains had been settled, before the hills, had I been brought forth;

Or ever he had made the land and the wastes, or the top of the dry parts of the world:

But, he that misseth me, wrongeth his own soul, all who hate me, love death.

Do not reprove a scoffer, lest he hate thee, Reprove a wise man, and he will love thee.

Blessings, are for the head of the righteous man, but, the mouth of the lawless, covereth up wrong.

He that keepeth back corn, the populace will curse him, but there is, a blessing, for the head of him that selleth.

In the mouth of the foolish, is a haughty rod, but, as for the lips of the wise, thou shalt give heed to them!

A crown of adorning, is a hoary head, in the way of righteousness, it should be found.

Discord, giveth heed to the aggrieving lip, - Falsehood, giveth ear to the destroying tongue.