In his neck lodge doth strength, And before him doth grief exult.

The flakes of his flesh have adhered -- Firm upon him -- it is not moved.

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

And come unto him do all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all his former acquaintances, and they eat bread with him in his house, and bemoan him, and comfort him concerning all the evil that Jehovah had brought upon him, and they gave to him each one kesitah, and each one ring of gold.

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.

And know ye that Jehovah Hath separated a saintly one to Himself. Jehovah heareth in my calling to Him.

For Thou blessest the righteous, O Jehovah, As a buckler with favour dost compass him!

Yea, for him He hath prepared Instruments of death, His arrows for burning pursuers He maketh.

What is man that Thou rememberest him? The son of man that Thou inspectest him?

And causest him to lack a little of Godhead, And with honour and majesty compassest him.

Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.

Pain do his ways at all times, On high are Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries -- he puffeth at them.

He lieth in wait in a secret place, as a lion in a covert. He lieth in wait to catch the poor, He catcheth the poor, drawing him into his net.

Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety him who doth breathe for it.

Lest mine enemy say, 'I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved.

Our steps now have compassed him;' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.

Arise, O Jehovah, go before his face, Cause him to bend. Deliver my soul from the wicked, Thy sword,

To the Overseer. -- By a servant of Jehovah, by David, who hath spoken to Jehovah the words of this song in the day Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul, and he saith: -- I love Thee, O Jehovah, my strength.

Jehovah is my rock, and my bulwark, And my deliverer, My God is my rock, I trust in Him: My shield, and a horn of my salvation, My high tower.

In mine adversity I call Jehovah, And unto my God I cry. He heareth from His temple my voice, And My cry before Him cometh into His ears.

He maketh darkness His secret place, Round about Him His tabernacle, Darkness of waters, thick clouds of the skies.

From the brightness over-against Him His thick clouds have passed on, Hail and coals of fire.

And I am perfect with him, And I keep myself from mine iniquity.

God! perfect is His way, The saying of Jehovah is tried, A shield is He to all those trusting in Him.

Now I have known That Jehovah hath saved His anointed, He answereth him from His holy heavens, With the saving might of His right hand.

The desire of his heart Thou gavest to him, And the request of his lips Thou hast not withheld. Selah.

For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him -- length of days, Age-during -- and for ever.

Great is his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.

For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.

'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'

Ye who fear Jehovah, praise ye Him, All the seed of Jacob, honour ye Him, And be afraid of Him, all ye seed of Israel.

For He hath not despised, nor abominated, The affliction of the afflicted, Nor hath He hidden His face from him, And in his crying unto Him He heareth.

The humble do eat and are satisfied, Praise Jehovah do those seeking Him, Your heart doth live for ever.

And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he who hath not revived his soul.

A seed doth serve Him, It is declared of the Lord to the generation.

This is a generation of those seeking Him. Seeking Thy face, O Jacob! Selah.

Who is this -- the man fearing Jehovah? He directeth him in the way He doth choose.

The secret of Jehovah is for those fearing Him, And His covenant -- to cause them to know.

Jehovah is my strength, and my shield, In Him my heart trusted, and I have been helped. And my heart exulteth, And with my song I thank Him.

Jehovah is strength to him, Yea, the strength of the salvation of His anointed is He.

By David. -- An Instruction. O the happiness of him whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered.

For this doth every saintly one pray to Thee, As the time to find. Surely at an overflowing of many waters, Unto him they come not.

Many are the pains of the wicked; As to him who is trusting in Jehovah, Kindness doth compass him.

Give ye thanks to Jehovah with a harp, With psaltery of ten strings sing praise to Him,

Sing ye to Him a new song, Play skilfully with shouting.

Afraid of Jehovah are all the earth, Of Him are all the inhabitants of the world afraid.

O the happiness of the nation whose God is Jehovah, Of the people He did choose, For an inheritance to Him.

Lo, the eye of Jehovah is to those fearing Him, To those waiting for His kindness,

For in Him doth our heart rejoice, For in His holy name we have trusted.

By David, in his changing his behaviour before Abimelech, and he driveth him away, and he goeth. I do bless Jehovah at all times, Continually His praise is in my mouth.

They looked expectingly unto Him, And they became bright, And their faces are not ashamed.

This poor one called, and Jehovah heard, And from all his distresses saved him.

A messenger of Jehovah is encamping, Round about those who fear Him, And He armeth them.

Taste ye and see that Jehovah is good, O the happiness of the man who trusteth in Him.

Fear Jehovah, ye His holy ones, For there is no lack to those fearing Him.

Many are the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.

Jehovah redeemeth the soul of His servants, And none trusting in Him are desolate!

Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.

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

Roll on Jehovah thy way, And trust upon Him, and He worketh,

Be silent for Jehovah, and stay thyself for Him, Do not fret because of him Who is making prosperous his way, Because of a man doing wicked devices.

The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.

The Lord doth laugh at him, For He hath seen that his day cometh.

The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.

Jehovah doth not leave him in his hand, Nor condemn him in his being judged.

And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!

And Jehovah doth help them and deliver them, He delivereth them from the wicked, And saveth them, Because they trusted in Him!

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O the happiness of him Who is acting wisely unto the poor, In a day of evil doth Jehovah deliver him.

Jehovah doth preserve him and revive him, He is happy in the land, And Thou givest him not into the will of his enemies.

A thing of Belial is poured out on him, And because he lay down he riseth not again.

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? Yea, art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him: The salvation of my countenance -- My God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

What! bowest thou thyself, O my soul? And what! art thou troubled within me? Wait for God, for still I confess Him, The salvation of my countenance, and my God!

And the king doth desire thy beauty, Because he is thy lord -- bow thyself to him,

As sheep for Sheol they have set themselves, Death doth afflict them, And the upright rule over them in the morning, And their form is for consumption. Sheol is a dwelling for him.

For at his death he receiveth nothing, His honour goeth not down after him.

Our God cometh, and is not silent, Fire before Him doth devour, And round about him it hath been very tempestuous.

If thou hast seen a thief, Then thou art pleased with him, And with adulterers is thy portion.

He who is sacrificing praise honoureth Me, As to him who maketh a way, I cause him to look on the salvation of God!

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David, in the coming in unto him of Nathan the prophet, when he hath gone in unto Bath-Sheba. Favour me, O God, according to Thy kindness, According to the abundance of Thy mercies, Blot out my transgressions.

To the Overseer. -- An instruction, by David, in the coming in of Doeg the Edomite, and he declareth to Saul, and saith to him, 'David came in unto the house of Ahimelech.' What, boasteth thou in evil, O mighty one? The kindness of God is all the day.

And the righteous see, And fear, and laugh at him.

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.

For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear it, He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.

He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me.

To the Overseer. -- 'On the Dumb Dove far off.' -- A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines' taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me,

To the Overseer. -- 'Destroy not,' by David. -- A secret treasure, in Saul's sending, and they watch the house to put him to death. Deliver me from mine enemies, O my God, From my withstanders set me on high.

He dwelleth to the age before God, Kindness and truth appoint -- they keep him.

To the Overseer, for Jeduthun. -- A Psalm of David. Only -- toward God is my soul silent, From Him is my salvation.

Only -- for God, be silent, O my soul, For from Him is my hope.

Trust in Him at all times, O people, Pour forth before Him your heart, God is a refuge for us. Selah.

They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.

And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!

To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.

And they cause him to stumble, Against them is their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.

The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!