Satisfied are the trees of Jehovah, Cedars of Lebanon that He hath planted,

He made the moon for seasons, The sun hath known his place of entrance.

He hath remembered to the age His covenant, The word He commanded to a thousand generations,

That He hath made with Abraham, And His oath to Isaac,

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

And He calleth a famine on the land, The whole staff of bread He hath broken.

He hath sent before them a man, For a servant hath Joseph been sold.

They have afflicted with fetters his feet, Iron hath entered his soul,

Till the time of the coming of His word The saying of Jehovah hath tried him.

The king hath sent, and looseth him, The ruler of the peoples, and draweth him out.

He hath made him lord of his house, And ruler over all his possessions.

And Israel cometh in to Egypt, And Jacob hath sojourned in the land of Ham.

He turned their heart to hate His people, To conspire against His servants.

He hath sent Moses His servant, Aaron whom He had fixed on.

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

He hath turned their waters to blood, And putteth to death their fish.

Teemed hath their land with frogs, In the inner chambers of their kings.

He hath said, and the beetle cometh, Lice into all their border.

He hath made their showers hail, A flaming fire is in their land.

He hath said, and the locust cometh, And the cankerworm -- innumerable,

Rejoiced hath Egypt in their going forth, For their fear had fallen upon them.

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

He hath opened a rock, and waters issue, They have gone on in dry places -- a river.

For He hath remembered His holy word, With Abraham His servant,

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

And from the lands hath gathered them, From east and from west, From north, and from the sea.

For He hath satisfied a longing soul, And a hungry soul hath filled with goodness.

For He hath broken doors of brass, And bars of iron He hath cut.

The upright do see and rejoice, And all perversity hath shut her mouth.

God hath spoken in His holiness: I exult, I apportion Shechem, And the valley of Succoth I measure,

Who doth bring me in to the fenced city? Who hath led me unto Edom?

An exactor layeth a snare for all that he hath, And strangers spoil his labour.

He hath none to extend kindness, Nor is there one showing favour to his orphans.

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.

For I am poor and needy, And my heart hath been pierced in my midst.

My knees have been feeble from fasting, And my flesh hath failed of fatness.

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

He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth.

A memorial He hath made of His wonders, Gracious and merciful is Jehovah.

Prey He hath given to those fearing Him, He remembereth to the age His covenant.

The power of His works He hath declared to His people, To give to them the inheritance of nations.

Redemption He hath sent to His people, He hath appointed to the age His covenant, Holy and fearful is His name.

Praise ye Jah! O the happiness of one fearing Jehovah, In His commands he hath delighted greatly.

Light hath risen in darkness to the upright, Gracious, and merciful, and righteous.

He hath scattered -- hath given to the needy, His righteousness is standing for ever, His horn is exalted with honour.

The wicked seeth, and hath been angry, His teeth he gnasheth, and hath melted, The desire of the wicked doth perish!

The sea hath seen, and fleeth, The Jordan turneth backward.

And our God is in the heavens, All that He hath pleased He hath done.

Jehovah hath remembered us, He blesseth, He blesseth the house of Israel, He blesseth the house of Aaron,

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

Because He hath inclined His ear to me, And during my days I call.

Turn back, O my soul, to thy rest, For Jehovah hath conferred benefits on thee.

For mighty to us hath been His kindness, And the truth of Jehovah is to the age. Praise ye Jah!

Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.

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

A stone the builders refused Hath become head of a corner.

From Jehovah hath this been, It is wonderful in our eyes,

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

Broken hath my soul for desire Unto Thy judgments at all times.

Daleth. Cleaved to the dust hath my soul, Quicken me according to Thy word.

My soul hath dropped from affliction, Establish me according to Thy word.

This is my comfort in mine affliction, That Thy saying hath quickened me.

Horror hath seized me, Because of the wicked forsaking Thy law.

This hath been to me, That Thy precepts I have kept!

Insensate as fat hath been their heart, I -- in Thy law I have delighted.

Kaph. Consumed for Thy salvation hath been my soul, For Thy word I have hoped.

How sweet to my palate hath been Thy saying, Above honey to my mouth.

Trembled from Thy fear hath my flesh, And from Thy judgments I have been afraid!

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

Cut me off hath my zeal, For mine adversaries forgot Thy words.

Tried is thy saying exceedingly, And Thy servant hath loved it.

Kept hath my soul Thy testimonies, And I do love them exceedingly.

Too much hath my soul dwelt with him who is hating peace.

Greatly hath our soul been filled With the scorning of the easy ones, With the contempt of the arrogant!

A Song of the Ascents, by David. Save for Jehovah -- who hath been for us, (Pray, let Israel say),

Save for Jehovah -- who hath been for us, In the rising up of man against us,

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

Our soul as a bird hath escaped from a snare of fowlers, The snare was broken, and we have escaped.

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!

Jehovah is righteous, He hath cut asunder cords of the wicked.

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

I hoped for Jehovah -- hoped hath my soul, And for His word I have waited.

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.

Who hath sworn to Jehovah. He hath vowed to the Mighty One of Jacob:

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.

For Jehovah hath fixed on Zion, He hath desired it for a seat to Himself,

For Jacob hath Jah chosen for Himself, Israel for His peculiar treasure.

All that Jehovah pleased He hath done, In the heavens and in earth, In the seas and all deep places,

Causing vapours to ascend from the end of the earth, Lightnings for the rain He hath made, Bringing forth wind from His treasures.

Who in our lowliness hath remembered us, For to the age is His kindness.

O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!

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

And to me how precious have been Thy thoughts, O God, how great hath been their sum!

Do not I hate, Jehovah, those hating Thee? And with Thy withstanders grieve myself?

When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way in which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down to the pit.