Do not slay them, lest my people forget, Cause them to wander by thy strength, and prostrate them, Thou our shield, O Lord!

Bring to a full end in wrath, Bring to a full end, that they be no more, - That men may know that, God, is ruling in Jacob, Unto the ends of the earth. Selah.

They, may prowl about for food, - And, if they are not satisfied, then let them whine!

But, I, will sing thy power, And will shout aloud, in the morning, thy lovingkindness, - For thou has become a refuge for me, And a place to flee to in the day of my distress.

O my Strength, unto thee, will I make melody, For, God, is my high tower, my God of lovingkindness.

That thy beloved ones may be delivered, Save thou with thine own right hand - and answer us.

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

Moab, is my wash-bowl, Upon Edom, will I throw my shoe, Over Philistia! raise shout of triumph.

Who will conduct me to fortified city? Who will lead me as far as Edom!

Hear, O God, my loud cry, Attend unto my prayer:

From the end of the earth, unto thee do I cry, When my heart fainteth away, Unto a rock that is higher than I, wilt thou lead me.

For thou hast been, A Refuge to me, A Tower of Strength, from the face of the foe.

For, thou, O God, hast hearkened to my vows, Thou hast granted a possession, unto them who revere thy Name.

Let him retain his seat age-abidingly before God, Appoint that, lovingkindness and faithfulness, my watch over him!

So, will I sing thy Name unto futurity, Paying my vows, day by day.

Surely, towards God, silence becometh my soul, From him, is my salvation:

Surely, he, is my rock and my salvation, My high tower - I shall not be greatly shaken!

Surely, towards God, be thou silent, my soul, For, from him, is mine expectation:

Surely, he, is my rock, and my salvation, My high tower - I shall not be shaken!

Upon God, depend my salvation and mine honour, My rock of strength, my refuge, are in God.

And, thine, O My Lord, is lovingkindness, - For, thou, wilt pay back unto every man - according to his deed.

O God, my GOD, thou art, Earnestly do I desire thee, - My soul thirsteth for thee, My flesh fainteth for thee, In a land - dry, and weary for want of water, -

Because better is thy lovingkindness than life, My lips, aloud shall praise thee!

As with fatness and richness, shall my soul be satisfied, And, with joyfully shouting lips, shall my mouth utter praise.

Should I call thee to mind upon my conch, In the watches of the night, would I breathe soft speech of thee.

For thou hast become a help unto me, - And, in the shadow of thy wings, will I shout for joy.

My soul hath run clinging to thee, On me, hath thy right hand laid hold.

When, they, to crush it, would seek my life, They shall go into the lower parts of the earth:

Hear, O God, my voice when I complain, From dread peril by the foe, wilt thou guard my life.

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

Iniquitous things, have been too strong for me, As for our transgressions, wilt, thou, by propitiation remove them.

I will enter thy house with ascending-sacrifices, I will pay unto thee my vows,

Which my lips uttered, And my mouth spake, in my distress.

Come! hearken - that I may recount, all ye reverers of God, What he hath done for my soul: -

Unto him - with my mouth, did I cry, And high praise was under my tongue.

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

But in truth, God hath heard, He hath attended to the voice of my prayer.

Blessed be God, Who hath not turned away my prayer, Nor his own lovingkindness from me.

That thy way may be known throughout the earth, Throughout all nations, thy saving help!

God, will bless us, That all the ends of the earth, may revere him.

Let, My Lord, but give the word, The herald bands, will be a mighty host:

The chariots of God, are two myriads - thousands repeated, My Lord, is among them Sinai, is in the sanctuary!

Blessed be My Lord! Day by day, he beareth our burden for us, GOD himself, is our salvation. Selah.

The GOD we have, is a GOD of saving deeds, And, due to Yahweh, My Lord, are escapes from death.

Said My Lord, From Bashan, will I bring back, - I will bring back from the depths of the sea:

They have seen thy progress O God, The progress of my GOD, my king into the sanctuary:

In the congregations, bless ye God, My Lord, from among the called of Israel:

Save me, O God, For waters have entered as far as the life;

I have sunk in deep swamp, Where there is no place to stand, I have come into abysses of waters, Where a flood hath overflowed me;

I am weary with mine outcry, Parched is my throat, - Mine eyes have become dim, through waiting for my God.

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.

Let them not be ashamed, through me, Who have waited for thee, O My Lord, Yahweh of hosts, - Let them not be confounded, through me, Who are seeking thee, O God of Israel!

Because, for thy sake, have I borne reproach, Confusion hath covered my face;

One estranged, have I become, to my own brethren, Yea, an alien, to the sons of my own mother;

Because, zeal for thy house, hath eaten me up, And, the reproaches of them who have reproached thee, have fallen upon me.

When I have humbled my soul with fasting, Then hath it turned to my reproach;

When I have made my clothing of sackcloth, Then have I served them for a by-word;

They who sit in the gate talk against me, - And against me are the songs of them who imbibe strong drink.

But, as for me, my prayer shall be unto thee, O Yahweh, in a time of acceptance, O God, in the abounding of thy lovingkindness, answer me with thy saving faithfulness.

Rescue me out of the mire, lest I sink, Let me be rescued, From my haters, and, From abysses of waters:

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, And let not the depth swallow me up, Neither let the well close, over me, her mouth.

Answer me, O Yahweh, for good is thy lovingkindness, According to the abounding of thy compassions, turn thou towards me:

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

Oh draw near unto my soul - redeem it, Because of mine enemies, ransom me.

Thou, knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my confusion, Before thee, are all mine adversaries.

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am weak, - Though I waited for one to pity me, yet there was none, And for comforters, yet I found not any.

But they put in my food - poison! And, for my thirst, they gave for my drink - vinegar!

I, then, am humbled and in pain, Thy salvation, O God, may it set me on high.

Be pleased O God, to rescue me, O Yahweh, to help me - make haste.

Let them turn pale and then at once blush, Who are seeking my life, - Let them draw back, and be confounded, Who are taking pleasure in my misfortune;

But, I, being humbled and needy, O God, haste to me, - My help and my deliverer, art thou, O Yahweh do not tarry.

In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:

In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:

Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.

Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;

For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:

Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise - continually.

A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,

My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.

Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;

For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;

O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!

Let them be ashamed - be consumed, Who are assailing my life, - Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.

My month, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.

I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord - Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness - thine alone.

O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;

Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, - Until I tell of thine arm unto a new generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;

Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.

I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, - I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;

My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;

Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale - for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.

May he judge, Thy people with righteousness; And thine oppressed ones with justice;

May the mountains bring peace to the people, And the hills be laden with righteousness;

May he, Vindicate the oppressed of the people, Bring deliverance to the children of the needy, and, Crush the oppressor.

May righteousness, in his days, blossom forth, And abundance of peace, till there be no moon.

May there be an abundance of corn in the earth, in the top of the mountains, - Let the fruit thereof, wave like Lebanon, And they of the city bloom like the fresh shoots of the earth.

May his Name he age-abiding, In the presence of the sun, let his Name flourish, - And may all the families of the ground bless themselves in him, All nations, pronounce him happy!

Altogether in vain, Have I cleansed my heart, And bathed in pureness, my hands;

As the dream of him that waketh, O my Lord! when rousing thyself up, their shadowy being, wilt thou despise.