And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, 'Thy salvation I am.'

And I, as deaf, hear not. And as a dumb one who openeth not his mouth.

Yea, I am as a man who heareth not, And in his mouth are no reproofs.

For I am ready to halt, And my pain is before me continually.

For mine iniquity I declare, I am sorry for my sin.

Cause me to know, O Jehovah, mine end, And the measure of my days -- what it is,' I know how frail I am.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, And to my cry give ear, Unto my tear be not silent, For a sojourner I am with Thee, A settler like all my fathers.

And I am poor and needy, The Lord doth devise for me. My help and my deliverer art Thou, O my God, tarry Thou not.

To the Overseer. -- 'On the Lilies.' -- By sons of Korah. -- An Instruction. -- A song of loves. My heart hath indited a good thing, I am telling my works to a king, My tongue is the pen of a speedy writer.

Desist, and know that I am God, I am exalted among nations, I am exalted in the earth.

If I am hungry I tell not to thee, For Mine is the world and its fulness.

These thou didst, and I kept silent, Thou hast thought that I am like thee, I reprove thee, and set in array before thine eyes.

Thou cleansest me with hyssop and I am clean, Washest me, and than snow I am whiter.

And I, as a green olive in the house of God, I have trusted in the kindness of God, To the age and for ever,

The day I am afraid I am confident toward Thee.

Only -- He is my rock, and my salvation, My tower, I am not much moved.

Till when do ye devise mischief against a man? Ye are destroyed all of you, As a wall inclined, a hedge that is cast down.

Only -- He is my rock and my salvation, My tower, I am not moved.

As the driving away of smoke Thou drivest away, As the melting of wax before fire, The wicked perish at the presence of God.

And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.

And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress -- haste, answer me.

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am sick, And I look for a bemoaner, and there is none, And for comforters, and I have found none.

And I am afflicted and pained, Thy salvation, O God, doth set me on high.

And I am poor and needy, O God, haste to me, My help and my deliverer art Thou, O Jehovah, tarry Thou not!

A Psalm of Asaph. Only -- good to Israel is God, to the clean of heart. And I -- as a little thing, My feet have been turned aside,

And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof is every morning.

And I am brutish, and do not know. A beast I have been with Thee.

And I am continually with Thee, Thou hast laid hold on my right hand.

I am Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I fill it.

A Prayer of David. Incline, O Jehovah, Thine ear, Answer me, for I am poor and needy.

Keep my soul, for I am pious, Save Thy servant -- who is trusting to Thee, O Thou, my God.

I am afflicted, and expiring from youth, I have borne Thy terrors -- I pine away.

For a thousand years in Thine eyes are as yesterday, For it passeth on, yea, a watch by night.

He doth call Me, and I answer him, I am with him in distress, I deliver him, and honour him.

Forty years I am weary of the generation, And I say, 'A people erring in heart -- they! And they have not known My ways:'

I have watched, and I am As a bird alone on the roof.

My days as a shadow are stretched out, And I -- as the herb I am withered.

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

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

As a shadow when it is stretched out I have gone, I have been driven away as a locust.

Cause it to come, O Jehovah, for I am Thy servant. I am Thy servant, son of Thy handmaid, Thou hast opened my bonds.

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

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

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

A companion I am to all who fear Thee, And to those keeping Thy precepts.

Before I am afflicted, I -- I am erring, And now Thy saying I have kept.

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

I am Thine, save Thou me, For Thy precepts I have sought.

Support Thou me, and I am saved, And I look on Thy statutes continually.

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

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

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

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

Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.

And in Thy kindness cuttest off mine enemies, And hast destroyed all the adversaries of my soul, For I am Thy servant!

Mine is counsel and substance, I am understanding, I have might.

In His preparing the heavens I am there, In His decreeing a circle on the face of the deep,

Then I am near Him, a workman, And I am a delight -- day by day. Rejoicing before Him at all times,

Substance, gold, and a multitude of rubies, Yea, a precious vessel, are lips of knowledge.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is without, In the midst of the broad places I am slain.'

Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, Is as vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.

The slothful hath said, 'A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'

For I am more brutish than any one, And have not the understanding of a man.

I, a preacher, have been king over Israel in Jerusalem.

And I am praising the dead who have already died above the living who are yet alive.

All this I have tried by wisdom; I have said, 'I am wise,' and it is far from me.

And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart is nets and snares, her hands are bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.

Fear me not, because I am very dark, Because the sun hath scorched me, The sons of my mother were angry with me, They made me keeper of the vineyards, My vineyard -- my own -- I have not kept.

Declare to me, thou whom my soul hath loved, Where thou delightest, Where thou liest down at noon, For why am I as one veiled, By the ranks of thy companions?

The beams of our houses are cedars, Our rafters are firs, I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys!

Sustain me with grape-cakes, Support me with citrons, for I am sick with love.

My beloved is mine, and I am his, Who is delighting among the lilies,

I am sleeping, but my heart waketh: The sound of my beloved knocking! 'Open to me, my sister, my friend, My dove, my perfect one, For my head is filled with dew, My locks with drops of the night.'

I have adjured you, daughters of Jerusalem, If ye find my beloved -- What do ye tell him? that I am sick with love!

I am my beloved's, and my beloved is mine, Who is delighting himself among the lilies.

I am my beloved's, and on me is his desire.

I am a wall, and my breasts as towers, Then I have been in his eyes as one finding peace.

Therefore -- the affirmation of the Lord -- Jehovah of Hosts, the Mighty One of Israel: Ah, I am eased of Mine adversaries, And I am avenged of Mine enemies,

He lifteth up, in that day, saying: 'I am not a binder up, And in my house is neither bread nor garment, Ye do not make me a ruler of the people.'

And now, pray, let me cause you to know, That which I am doing to my vineyard, To turn aside its hedge, And it hath been for consumption, To break down its wall, And it hath been for a treading-place.

And I say, 'Woe to me, for I have been silent, For a man -- unclean of lips am I, And in midst of a people unclean of lips I am dwelling, Because the King, Jehovah of Hosts, have my eyes seen.'

Therefore the Lord Himself giveth to you a sign, Lo, the Virgin is conceiving, And is bringing forth a son, And hath called his name Immanuel,

And what do ye at a day of inspection? And at desolation? -- from afar it cometh. Near whom do ye flee for help? And where do ye leave your honour?

Lo, I am stirring up against them the Medes, Who silver esteem not, And gold -- they delight not in it.

I go up above the heights of a thick cloud, I am like to the Most High.

Send ye a lamb to the ruler of the land, From Selah in the wilderness, Unto the mount of the daughter of Zion.

Only, fools are the princes of Zoan, The counsel of the wise ones of the counsellors of Pharaoh hath become brutish. How say ye unto Pharaoh, 'A son of the wise am I, a son of kings of antiquity?'

And he crieth -- a lion, 'On a watch-tower my lord, I am standing continually by day, And on my ward I am stationed whole nights.

Therefore I said, 'Look ye from me, I am bitter in my weeping, Haste not to comfort me, For the destruction of the daughter of my people.'

Therefore, thus said the Lord Jehovah: 'Lo, I am laying a foundation in Zion, A stone -- a tried stone, a corner stone precious, a settled foundation, He who is believing doth not make haste.

And the vision of the whole is to you, As words of the sealed book, That they give unto one knowing books, Saying, 'Read this, we pray thee,' And he hath said, 'I am not able, for it is sealed;'

Therefore, lo, I am adding to do wonderfully with this people, A wonder, and a marvel, And perished hath the wisdom of its wise ones, And the understanding of its intelligent ones hideth itself.'

Therefore is this iniquity to you as a breach falling, Swelled out in a wall set on high, Whose destruction suddenly, at an instant cometh.

Singing is to you as in a night sanctified for a festival, And joy of heart as he who is going with a pipe, To go in to the mountain of Jehovah, Unto the rock of Israel.

For in that day despise doth each His idols of silver, and his idols of gold, That your hands made to you -- a sin.

And fallen hath Asshur by sword, not of the high, Yea, a sword -- not of the low, doth consume him, And he hath fled for himself from the face of a sword, And his young men become tributary.

Now, do I arise, saith Jehovah, Now I am exalted, now I am lifted up.

No lion is there, yea, a destructive beast Ascendeth it not, it is not found there, And walked have the redeemed,

Lo, I am giving in him a spirit, and he hath heard a report, and hath turned back unto his land, and I have caused him to fall by the sword in his land.'

Go, and thou hast said to Hezekiah, Thus said Jehovah, God of David thy father, 'I have heard thy prayer, I have seen thy tear, lo, I am adding to thy days fifteen years,