He commands the sun, and it doesn't rise, and seals up the stars.

He does great things past finding out; yes, marvelous things without number.

For he knows false men. He sees iniquity also, even though he doesn't consider it.

But I have understanding as well as you; I am not inferior to you. Yes, who doesn't know such things as these?

Who doesn't know that in all these, the hand of Yahweh has done this,

Doesn't the ear try words, even as the palate tastes its food?

He comes forth like a flower, and is cut down. He also flees like a shadow, and doesn't continue.

so man lies down and doesn't rise. Until the heavens are no more, they shall not awake, nor be roused out of their sleep.

His sons come to honor, and he doesn't know it. They are brought low, but he doesn't perceive it of them.

Why does your heart carry you away? Why do your eyes flash,

He doesn't believe that he shall return out of darkness. He is waited for by the sword.

His archers surround me. He splits my kidneys apart, and does not spare. He pours out my gall on the ground.

Surely such are the dwellings of the unrighteous. This is the place of him who doesn't know God."

For what does he care for his house after him, when the number of his months is cut off?

Is it any pleasure to the Almighty, that you are righteous? Or does it benefit him, that you make your ways perfect?

You say, 'What does God know? Can he judge through the thick darkness?

Thick clouds are a covering to him, so that he doesn't see. He walks on the vault of the sky.'

But he stands alone, and who can oppose him? What his soul desires, even that he does.

From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn't regard the folly.

Drought and heat consume the snow waters, so does Sheol those who have sinned.

Can his armies be counted? On whom does his light not arise?

For it hurls at him, and does not spare, as he flees away from his hand.

Man doesn't know its price; Neither is it found in the land of the living.

Where then does wisdom come from? Where is the place of understanding?

"However doesn't one stretch out a hand in his fall? Or in his calamity therefore cry for help?

My heart is troubled, and doesn't rest. Days of affliction have come on me.

Doesn't he see my ways, and number all my steps?

Why do you strive against him, because he doesn't give account of any of his matters?

Who doesn't respect the persons of princes, nor respects the rich more than the poor; for they all are the work of his hands.

For he doesn't need to consider a man further, that he should go before God in judgment.

If you are righteous, what do you give him? Or what does he receive from your hand?

But now, because he has not visited in his anger, neither does he greatly regard arrogance.

"Behold, God is mighty, and doesn't despise anyone. He is mighty in strength of understanding.

He doesn't preserve the life of the wicked, but gives to the afflicted their right.

He doesn't withdraw his eyes from the righteous, but with kings on the throne, he sets them forever, and they are exalted.

After it a voice roars. He thunders with the voice of his majesty. He doesn't hold back anything when his voice is heard.

God thunders marvelously with his voice. He does great things, which we can't comprehend.

Therefore men revere him. He doesn't regard any who are wise of heart."

Does the rain have a father? Or who fathers the drops of dew?

He scorns the tumult of the city, neither does he hear the shouting of the driver.

He mocks at fear, and is not dismayed, neither does he turn back from the sword.

He eats up the ground with fierceness and rage, neither does he stand still at the sound of the trumpet.

Behold, if a river overflows, he doesn't tremble. He is confident, though the Jordan swells even to his mouth.

Blessed is the man who doesn't walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers;

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

If a man doesn't relent, he will sharpen his sword; he has bent and strung his bow.

For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn't forget the cry of the afflicted.

Why does the wicked person condemn God, and say in his heart, "God won't call me into account?"

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt. They have done abominable works. There is none who does good.

They have all gone aside. They have together become corrupt. There is none who does good, no, not one.

He who walks blamelessly does what is right, and speaks truth in his heart;

He who doesn't slander with his tongue, nor does evil to his friend, nor casts slurs against his fellow man;

In whose eyes a vile man is despised, but who honors those who fear Yahweh; he who keeps an oath even when it hurts, and doesn't change;

he who doesn't lend out his money for usury, nor take a bribe against the innocent. He who does these things shall never be shaken. A Poem by David.

Hear, Yahweh, my righteous plea; Give ear to my prayer, that doesn't go out of deceitful lips.

Blessed is the man to whom Yahweh doesn't impute iniquity, in whose spirit there is no deceit.

A horse is a vain thing for safety, neither does he deliver any by his great power.

He plots iniquity on his bed. He sets himself in a way that is not good. He doesn't abhor evil.

For Yahweh loves justice, and doesn't forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.

But I, as a deaf man, don't hear. I am as a mute man who doesn't open his mouth.

Yes, I am as a man who doesn't hear, in whose mouth are no reproofs.

"Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn't know who shall gather.

Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust, and doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

By this I know that you delight in me, because my enemy doesn't triumph over me.

But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.

Our God comes, and does not keep silent. A fire devours before him. It is very stormy around him.

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt, and have done abominable iniquity. There is no one who does good.

Every one of them has gone back. They have become filthy together. There is no one who does good, no, not one.

which doesn't listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.

who preserves our life among the living, and doesn't allow our feet to be moved.

For Yahweh hears the needy, and doesn't despise his captive people.

Praise be to Yahweh God, the God of Israel, who alone does marvelous deeds.

They say, "How does God know? Is there knowledge in the Most High?"

God, why have you rejected us forever? Why does your anger smolder against the sheep of your pasture?

Has his loving kindness vanished forever? Does his promise fail for generations?

You are the God who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.

A senseless man doesn't know, neither does a fool understand this:

Blessed are those who keep justice. Blessed is one who does what is right at all times.

He blesses them also, so that they are multiplied greatly. He doesn't allow their livestock to decrease.

But our God is in the heavens. He does whatever he pleases.

The voice of rejoicing and salvation is in the tents of the righteous. "The right hand of Yahweh does valiantly.

The right hand of Yahweh is exalted! The right hand of Yahweh does valiantly!"

I will lift up my eyes to the hills. Where does my help come from?

with which the reaper doesn't fill his hand, nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.

To him who alone does great wonders; for his loving kindness endures forever:

even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.

He doesn't delight in the strength of the horse. He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.

She gives no thought to the way of life. Her ways are crooked, and she doesn't know it.

He who commits adultery with a woman is void of understanding. He who does it destroys his own soul.

Until an arrow strikes through his liver, as a bird hurries to the snare, and doesn't know that it will cost his life.

Doesn't wisdom cry out? Doesn't understanding raise her voice?

But he doesn't know that the dead are there, that her guests are in the depths of Sheol.

In the multitude of words there is no lack of disobedience, but he who restrains his lips does wisely.

The merciful man does good to his own soul, but he who is cruel troubles his own flesh.

The slothful man doesn't roast his game, but the possessions of diligent men are prized.

A wise son listens to his father's instruction, but a scoffer doesn't listen to rebuke.

A scoffer seeks wisdom, and doesn't find it, but knowledge comes easily to a discerning person.

A scoffer doesn't love to be reproved; he will not go to the wise.

One who has a perverse heart doesn't find prosperity, and one who has a deceitful tongue falls into trouble.