There went up smoke in his nostrils, and, a fire out of his mouth, devoured, Live coals, were kindled from it:

Then he stretched out the heaven, and came down, - and, thick gloom, was under his feet;

Out of the brightness before him, his clouds rolled along, hail, and live coals of fire.

And he sent forth his arrows and scattered them, yea, lightnings, he shot out, and confused them.

Then appeared the channels of waters, were uncovered the foundations of the world, - At thy rebuke O Yahweh, at the blast of the breath of thy nostrils.

He sent from on high, he took me, - he drew me out of many waters.

And brought me out, into a large place, he delivered me, because he delighted in me.

They cried out, but there was none to save, unto Yahweh, but he answered them not.

At the hearing of the ear, they submitted to me, the sons of the foreigner, came cringing unto me:

The sons of the foreigner, lost heart, and came quaking out of their fortresses.

Day, unto day, doth pour forth speech, and, night, unto night, doth breathe out knowledge.

Yet through all the earth, hath gone forth their voice, - and, to the end of the world, their sayings, - For the sun, hath he set up a tent therein;

And, he, is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, he rejoiceth as a hero to run a race:

Send thy help out of the sanctuary, and, out of Zion, sustain thee;

Now, do I know that Yahweh, hath saved, his Anointed One, - He answereth him out of his holy heavens, by the mighty saving deeds of his own right hand.

Life, he asked of thee, Thou hast given it him, length of days, to times age-abiding and beyond.

Thy hand, will find out, all thy foes, Thine own right hand, will find out them who hate thee.

Thou wilt make them like a furnace of fire, at the time of thy presence, - Yahweh, in his anger, will swallow them up, and there shall consume them a fire:

Their fruit - out of the earth, wilt thou destroy, and their seed, from among the sons of men;

For they have held out, against thee, a wicked thing, They have devised a scheme they cannot accomplish.

All that see me, laugh at me, - They open wide the mouth, They shake the head: -

They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.

Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, - My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

But, thou, O Yahweh, be not far off, O my help! to aid me, make haste;

The patient wronged-ones shall eat and be satisfied, They shall praise Yahweh, who are seekers of him, Let your heart live for aye.

All the great ones of the earth, shall eat and bow down, Before him shall kneel, all that go down to the dust, Even he who had not kept alive, his own soul!

My seed, shall serve him, It shall he recounted, of the Lord, to a generation that shall come:

For, he, upon the seas, hath founded it, and upon the currents, doth make it firm.

Yea let, none who wait for thee, be put to shame, Let them be put to shame who act covertly without cause!

For the sake of thy Name, O Yahweh, Therefore wilt thou pardon mine iniquity, for great it is.

Mine eyes, are continually unto Yahweh, - for, he, bringeth, out of the net, my feet.

The distresses of my heart, hath he relieved, - and, out of my straits, brought me forth.

Redeem Israel, O God, - out of all his distresses.

Point out to me, O Yahweh, thy way, - And guide me in a level path, because of mine adversaries.

Wait thou for Yahweh, - Be strong, and let thy heart be bold, Wait, then, for Yahweh!

The voice of Yahweh, is cleaving out flames of fire;

Yahweh, at the Flood, was seated, And Yahweh hath taken his seat, as king, unto times age-abiding.

O Yahweh! thou hast lifted, out of hades, my soul, Thou hast brought me back to life, from among those who were going down to the pit.

Sweep the strings to Yahweh, ye his men of lovingkindness, and give ye praise at the mention of his holiness.

What profit in my blood? in my going down into the pit? Can dust praise thee? Can it declare thy faithfulness?

Wilt thou bring me forth, out of the net which they have hidden for me? For, thou, art my refuge.

I have been forgotten, like one dead - out of mind, I have been as a missing vessel.

When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;

I will make thee discreet, I will point out to thee the way which thou must go, I will fix upon thee mine eye.

For, he, spake, and it was, He, commanded, and it stood forth.

Out of the heavens, hath Yahweh looked, He hath seen all the sons of men:

Out of his settled place of abode, hath he fixed his gaze on all the inhabitants of the earth:

Let me bless Yahweh at all times, Continually be his praise in my mouth.

I enquired of Yahweh, and he hath answered me, And, out of all my terrors, hath he rescued me.

This, oppressed one cried, and, Yahweh, heard - and, out of all his distresses, saved him.

Depart from wickedness and do good, Aim at well-being, and pursue it.

They made outcry, and Yahweh heard, And, out of all their straits, hath he rescued them.

Many are the misfortunes of the righteous, But, out of them all, doth Yahweh rescue him.

There rise up witnesses helping forward violence and wrong, What I know not, they demand of me:

But, in mine overthrow, have they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together, - There gathered themselves together against me foolish men, and I knew it not, They have torn in pieces, and not been silent;

My Lord! how long wilt thou look on? Bring back my soul out of their raging, from among lions, my solitary self.

Yea they have opened wide against me their mouth, They have said, Aha! Aha! our own eye, hath seen!

Let them turn pale, and then at once blush, who are rejoicing at my misfortune, - Let them be clothed with shame and confusion, who are magnifying themselves against me.

For he flattereth himself too much in his own eyes, to find his iniquity - to hate it .

They abundantly relish the fatness of thy house, - And out of the full stream of thine own pleasures, thou givest them to drink.

Be resigned to Yahweh, yea wait with longing for him; Burn not with vexation at him who prospereth in his way, - at the man who doeth wickedness.

Cease from anger, and forsake wrath, Burn not with vexation - it would be only to do evil;

For, evil doers, shall be cut off, but, as for them who wait for Yahweh, they, shall inherit the earth.

Yet a little, therefore, and the lawless one shall not be, Yea thou shalt look about, over his place - and he shall have vanished!

My Lord, shall laugh at him, for he seeth, that his day, will come.

A sword, have the lawless, drawn out, and have trodden their bow, - To bring down the oppressed and the needy, To slaughter the upright in life:

Young, have I been, moreover am old, - Yet have I not seen, A righteous man forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread:

The lawless man, lieth in wait, for the just, and seeketh to put him to death:

Wait for Yahweh, and observe thou his path, that he may exalt thee, to inherit the earth, On the cutting off of the lawless, shalt thou look.

I have seen a lawless man, a tyrant, and spreading himself out, like a cedar in Lebanon;

Let me know, O Yahweh, mine end, And the measure of my days - what it is, I would know how short-lived I am.

Now, therefore, for what have I waited, O My Lord? My hope, is, in thee.

I am dumb, I cannot open my mouth, for, thou, hast done it.

Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, And, unto my cry for help, give ear, At my tears, do not be silent, - For, a sojourner, am, I, with thee, A stranger, like all my fathers.

Look away from me that I may brighten up, Ere yet I depart and am no more.

So he brought me up, Out of the destroying pit, Out of the swampy mire, - And set, upon a cliff, my feet, Making firm my steps:

Then, said I - Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;

Let them turn pale and then at once blush, who are seeking my life to snatch it away, - Let them draw back, and be confounded, who are taking pleasure in my calamity;

Yahweh, will preserve him and keep him alive, And he shall be pronounced happy in the land, Do not then give him up at the desire of his enemies!

And, if he have come to see me, Falsehood, doth he speak, His own heart, gathereth iniquity to itself, he goeth forth, abroad he telleth it.

Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, - hath magnified his heel against me!

Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, From the age that is past, even unto the age yet to come: Amen and Amen!

My tears have been my food day and night, While it hath been said unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

These things, I keep calling to mind, and pouring out, over me, my own soul, For I used to cross over with a crowd, Lead them in procession up to the house of God, With the voice of shouting and praise. - a throng keeping festival.

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence.

Roaring deep unto roaring deep, is calling, at the voice of thy cataracts, All thy breakers and thy rolling waves, over me, have passed.

Why shouldst thou be sat down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me? Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence and my God.

Why shouldst thou be cast down, O my soul? And why shouldst thou moan over me, Wait thou for God, for yet shall I praise him, As the triumph of my presence, and my God.

Thou thyself, with thine own hand - Didst dispossess, nations, and didst plant them, Didst break peoples in pieces, and didst spread them out:

By thee, will we thrust at, our adversaries, In thy Name, will we tread down our assailants;

Thou sufferest us to turn back from the adversary, And, they who hate us, have plundered at will:

At the voice of him who reproacheth and revileth, At the face of the foe and avenger.

All this, hath come upon us, Yet had we not forgotten thee, Neither had we dealt falsely with thy covenant;

Myrrh and aloes, cassias, all thy garments, - Out of the palaces of ivory, the tones of strings, have rejoiced thee.

Daughters of kings, are among thine honourable women, Stationed is the bride at thy right hand, in gold of Ophir.

Wherefore should I fear in the days of calamity, Though the iniquity of them who lie in wait for me should enclose me?

So costly, is the redemption of their soul, That it faileth unto times age-abiding;

That he should, yet, live on, continually, Should not see corruption.

For it is seen that, the wise, die, Together with the dullard, and the brutish, do they perish, And leave, to others, their wealth:

This, their way, is a folly to them, And yet, their followers, with their mouth, approve. Selah.