This, the sea, great and broad of sides, There are moving things -- innumerable, Living creatures -- small with great.

Thou dost give to them -- they gather, Thou dost open Thy hand -- they are satisfied with good.

Thou hidest Thy face -- they are troubled, Thou gatherest their spirit -- they expire, And unto their dust they turn back.

Thou sendest out Thy Spirit, they are created, And Thou renewest the face of the ground.

Consumed are sinners from the earth, And the wicked are no more. Bless, O my soul, Jehovah. Praise ye Jehovah!

He is Jehovah our God, In all the earth are His judgments.

And they are envious of Moses in the camp, Of Aaron, Jehovah's holy one.

And they are coupled to Baal-Peor, And eat the sacrifices of the dead,

And serve their idols, And they are to them for a snare.

And they are defiled with their works, And commit whoredom in their habitual doings.

And their enemies oppress them, And they are humbled under their hand.

Many times He doth deliver them, And they rebel in their counsel, And they are brought low in their iniquity.

He establisheth a whirlwind to a calm, And hushed are their billows.

And they rejoice because they are quiet, And He leadeth them to the haven of their desire.

And they are diminished, and bow down, By restraint, evil, and sorrow.

His days are few, his oversight another taketh,

His sons are fatherless, and his wife a widow.

They are before Jehovah continually, And He cutteth off from earth their memorial.

They revile, and Thou dost bless, They have risen, and are ashamed, And Thy servant doth rejoice.

Mine accusers put on blushing, and are covered, As an upper robe is their shame.

Thy people are free-will gifts in the day of Thy strength, in the honours of holiness, From the womb, from the morning, Thou hast the dew of thy youth.

Great are the works of Jehovah, Sought out by all desiring them.

The works of His hands are true and just, Stedfast are all His appointments.

They are sustained for ever to the age. They are made in truth and uprightness.

Wealth and riches are in his house, And his righteousness is standing for ever.

Their idols are silver and gold, work of man's hands,

Nor do they mutter through their throat, Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.

Blessed are ye of Jehovah, maker of heaven and earth,

The heavens -- the heavens are Jehovah's, And the earth He hath given to sons of men,

What do I return to Jehovah? All His benefits are upon me.

This is the day Jehovah hath made, We rejoice and are glad in it.

Aleph. O the happiness of those perfect in the way, They are walking in the law of Jehovah,

Thou hast rebuked the cursed proud, Who are erring from Thy commands.

Thy testimonies also are my delight, The men of my counsel!

Remove my reproach that I have feared, For Thy judgments are good.

I have known, O Jehovah, That righteous are Thy judgments, And in faithfulness Thou hast afflicted me.

Ashamed are the proud, For with falsehood they dealt perversely with me. I meditate in Thy precepts.

How many are the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment?

The proud have digged for me pits, That are not according to Thy law.

All Thy commands are faithfulness, With falsehood they have pursued me, Help Thou me.

According to Thine ordinances They have stood this day, for the whole are Thy servants.

Above all my teachers I have acted wisely. For Thy testimonies are my meditation.

I have inherited Thy testimonies to the age, For the joy of my heart are they.

Pe. Wonderful are Thy testimonies, Therefore hath my soul kept them.

Tzade. Righteous art Thou, O Jehovah, And upright are Thy judgments.

Adversity and distress have found me, Thy commands are my delights.

Near art Thou, O Jehovah, And all Thy commands are truth.

Thy mercies are many, O Jehovah, According to Thy judgments quicken me.

Many are my pursuers, and adversaries, From Thy testimonies I have not turned aside.

I have kept Thy precepts and Thy testimonies, For all my ways are before Thee!

My tongue doth sing of Thy saying, For all Thy commands are righteous.

I am peace, and when I speak they are for war!

Ask ye the peace of Jerusalem, At rest are those loving thee.

Lo, as eyes of men-servants Are unto the hand of their masters, As eyes of a maid-servant Are unto the hand of her mistress, So are our eyes unto Jehovah our God, Till that He doth favour us.

A Song of the Ascents. Those trusting in Jehovah are as Mount Zion, It is not moved -- to the age it abideth.

Jerusalem! mountains are round about her, And Jehovah is round about His people, From henceforth even unto the age.

Vain for you who are rising early, Who delay sitting, eating the bread of griefs, So He giveth to His beloved one sleep.

Lo, an inheritance of Jehovah are sons, A reward is the fruit of the womb.

As arrows in the hand of a mighty one, So are the sons of the young men.

O the happiness of the man Who hath filled his quiver with them, They are not ashamed, For they speak with enemies in the gate!

They are as grass of the roofs, That before it was drawn out withereth,

Lord, hearken to my voice, Thine ears are attentive to the voice of my supplications.

A Song of the Ascents. Lo, bless Jehovah, all servants of Jehovah, Who are standing in the house of Jehovah by night.

Who are standing in the house of Jehovah, In the courts of the house of our God.

The idols of the nations are silver and gold, Work of the hands of man.

Like them are their makers, Every one who is trusting in them.

I confess Thee, because that with wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful are Thy works, And my soul is knowing it well.

Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed -- And not one among them.

I recount them! than the sand they are more, I have waked, and I am still with Thee.

Who exchange Thee for wickedness, Lifted up to vanity are Thine enemies.

Grant not, O Jehovah, the desires of the wicked, His wicked device bring not forth, They are high. Selah.

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, are mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.

Because our sons are as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished -- the likeness of a palace,

Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

Good is Jehovah to all, And His mercies are over all His works.

Jehovah is supporting all who are falling, And raising up all who are bowed down.

Praise ye Him, heavens of heavens, And ye waters that are above the heavens.

For a graceful wreath are they to thy head, And chains to thy neck.

So are the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.

And they eat of the fruit of their way, And from their own counsels they are filled.

Who are forsaking paths of uprightness, To walk in ways of darkness,

Who are rejoicing to do evil, They delight in frowardness of the wicked,

Whose paths are crooked, Yea, they are perverted in their ways.

For the upright do inhabit the earth, And the perfect are left in it,

And the wicked from the earth are cut off, And treacherous dealers plucked out of it!

And filled are thy barns with plenty, And with new wine thy presses break forth.

Precious she is above rubies, And all thy pleasures are not comparable to her.

Length of days is in her right hand, In her left are wealth and honour.

Her ways are ways of pleasantness, And all her paths are peace.

And they are life to thy soul, and grace to thy neck.

Honour do the wise inherit, And fools are bearing away shame!

Hear, my son, and receive my sayings, And years of life are multiplied to thee.

For life they are to those finding them, And to all their flesh healing.

Above every charge keep thy heart, For out of it are the outgoings of life.

Ponder thou the path of thy feet, And all thy ways are established.

Her feet are going down to death, Sheol do her steps take hold of.

For over-against the eyes of Jehovah are the ways of each, And all his paths He is pondering.

These six hath Jehovah hated, Yea, seven are abominations to His soul.