I say, 'My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations are Thine years.

And Thou art the same, and Thine years are not finished.

Bless, O my soul, Jehovah, And forget not all His benefits,

Not for ever doth He strive, Nor to the age doth He watch.

Not according to our sins hath He done to us, Nor according to our iniquities Hath He conferred benefits upon us.

For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.

He hath founded earth on its bases, It is not moved to the age and for ever.

A border Thou hast set, they pass not over, They turn not back to cover the earth.

Thou settest darkness, and it is night, In it doth every beast of the forest creep.

He hath not suffered any to oppress them And He reproveth for their sakes kings.

'Strike not against Mine anointed, And to My prophets do not evil.'

He hath sent darkness, and it is dark, And they have not provoked His word.

And bringeth them out with silver and gold, And there is not in its tribes a feeble one.

He hath spread a cloud for a covering, And fire to enlighten the night.

Our fathers in Egypt, Have not considered wisely Thy wonders, They have not remembered The abundance of Thy kind acts, And provoke by the sea, at the sea of Suph.

And waters cover their adversaries, One of them hath not been left.

They have hasted -- forgotten His works, They have not waited for His counsel.

And they kick against the desirable land, They have not given credence to His word.

And they murmur in their tents, They have not hearkened to the voice of Jehovah.

They have not destroyed the peoples, As Jehovah had said to them,

They wandered in a wilderness, in a desert by the way, A city of habitation they have not found.

And He blesseth them, and they multiply exceedingly, And their cattle He doth not diminish.

Hast not Thou, O God, cast us off? And Thou goest not out, O God, with our hosts!

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. O God of my praise, be not silent,

The iniquity of his fathers Is remembered unto Jehovah, And the sin of his mother is not blotted out.

Because that he hath not remembered to do kindness, And pursueth the poor man and needy, And the smitten of heart -- to slay,

And he loveth reviling, and it meeteth him, And he hath not delighted in blessing, And it is far from him.

Jehovah hath sworn, and doth not repent, 'Thou art a priest to the age, According to the order of Melchizedek.'

For -- to the age he is not moved; For a memorial age-during is the righteous.

Of an evil report he is not afraid, Prepared is His heart, confident in Jehovah.

Sustained is his heart -- he feareth not, Till that he look on his adversaries.

Not to us, O Jehovah, not to us, But to Thy name give honour, For Thy kindness, for Thy truth.

A mouth they have, and they speak not, Eyes they have, and they see not,

Ears they have, and they hear not, A nose they have, and they smell not,

Their hands, but they handle not, Their feet, and they walk not;

The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.

Jehovah is for me, I do not fear what man doth to me.

I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,

Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.

Yea, they have not done iniquity, In His ways they have walked.

Then I am not ashamed In my looking unto all Thy commands.

Thy statutes I keep, leave me not utterly!

With all my heart I have sought Thee, Let me not err from Thy commands.

In my heart I have hid Thy saying, That I sin not before Thee.

In Thy statutes I delight myself, I do not forget Thy word.

A sojourner I am on earth, Hide not from me Thy commands.

I have adhered to Thy testimonies, O Jehovah, put me not to shame.

Incline my heart unto Thy testimonies, And not unto dishonest gain.

And Thou takest not utterly away From my mouth the word of truth, Because for Thy judgment I have hoped.

And I speak of Thy testimonies before kings, And I am not ashamed.

The proud have utterly scorned me, From Thy law I have not turned aside.

I have remembered in the night Thy name, O Jehovah, And I do keep Thy law.

I have made haste, And delayed not, to keep Thy commands.

Cords of the wicked have surrounded me, Thy law I have not forgotten.

My heart is perfect in Thy statutes, So that I am not ashamed.

For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.

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

Almost consumed me on earth have they, And I -- I have not forsaken Thy precepts.

To the age I forget not Thy precepts, For by them Thou hast quickened me.

From Thy judgments I turned not aside, For Thou -- Thou hast directed me.

My soul is in my hand continually, And Thy law I have not forgotten.

The wicked have laid a snare for me, And from thy precepts I wandered not.

Sustain me according to Thy saying, And I live, and Thou puttest me not to shame Because of my hope.

Ain. I have done judgment and righteousness, Leave me not to mine oppressors.

Make sure Thy servant for good, Let not the proud oppress me.

My steps establish by Thy saying, And any iniquity doth not rule over me.

Rivulets of waters have come down mine eyes, Because they have not kept Thy law!

Small I am, and despised, Thy precepts I have not forgotten.

Resh. See my affliction, and deliver Thou me, For Thy law I have not forgotten.

Far from the wicked is salvation, For Thy statutes they have not sought.

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

I have seen treacherous ones, And grieve myself, Because Thy saying they have not kept.

I wandered as a lost sheep, seek Thy servant, For Thy precepts I have not forgotten!

He suffereth not thy foot to be moved, Thy preserver slumbereth not.

Lo, He slumbereth not, nor sleepeth, He who is preserving Israel.

By day the sun doth not smite thee, Nor the moon by night.

Blessed is Jehovah who hath not given us, A prey to their teeth.

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

For the rod of wickedness resteth not On the lot of the righteous, That the righteous put not forth on iniquity their hands.

A Song of the Ascents, by Solomon. If Jehovah doth not build the house, In vain have its builders laboured at it, If Jehovah doth not watch a city, In vain hath a watchman waked.

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!

Often they distressed me from my youth, Yet they have not prevailed over me.

That hath not filled the hand of a reaper, And the bosom of a binder of sheaves.

And the passers by have not said, 'The blessing of Jehovah is on you, We blessed you in the Name of Jehovah!'

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Jehovah, my heart hath not been haughty, Nor have mine eyes been high, Nor have I walked in great things, And in things too wonderful for me.

Have I not compared, and kept silent my soul, As a weaned one by its mother? As a weaned one by me is my soul.

For the sake of David Thy servant, Turn not back the face of Thine anointed.

Jehovah hath sworn truth to David, He turneth not back from it: Of the fruit of thy body, I set on the throne for thee.

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

A mouth they have, and they speak not, Eyes they have, and they see not,

Ears they have, and they give not ear, Nose -- there is no breath in their mouth!

The moon and stars to rule by night, For to the age is His kindness.

My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Jehovah doth perfect for me, O Jehovah, Thy kindness is to the age, The works of Thy hands let not fall!

For there is not a word in my tongue, Lo, O Jehovah, Thou hast known it all!

Knowledge too wonderful for me, It hath been set on high, I am not able for it.

And I say, 'Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night is light to me.

Also darkness hideth not from Thee, And night as day shineth, as is darkness so is light.

My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

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.