Bring thou back, O Yahweh, our captives, like channels in the South.

He that, doth indeed go forth, and weep, bearing seed enough to trail along, doth, surely come in, with shouting, bringing his sheaves.

If, Yahweh, build not the house, in vain, have the builders of it toiled thereon, If, Yahweh, watch not the city, in vain, hath the watchman kept awake:

Lo! an inheritance from Yahweh, are children, A reward, the fruit of the womb:

As arrows in the hand of a warrior, so, are the children of young men.

How happy the man who hath filled his quiver with them! They will not be ashamed, but will speak with enemies in the gate.

How happy is every one that revereth Yahweh, who walketh in his ways!

And behold thou thy children's children, - Prosperity on Israel!

Neither have the passers-by ever said, The blessing of Yahweh, be unto you, - We have blessed you in the Name of Yahweh.

Surely I will not enter the home of my own house, nor ascend my curtained couch;

Until I find a place for Yahweh, habitations for the Mighty One of Jacob.

Lo! we heard of it at Ephrathah, we found it in the fields of the wood.

For the sake of David thy servant, do not turn away the face of thine Anointed One.

Yahweh hath sworn unto David, in faithfulness, will he not turn from it, - Of the fruit of thy body, will I seat on thy throne.

If thy sons keep my covenant, and my testimony which I will teach them, even their sons, unto futurity, shall sit on thy throne.

There, will I cause to bud a horn to David, I have prepared a lamp for mine Anointed One;

Lo! how good and how delightful, for brethren, to dwell together even as one.

Lo! bless Yahweh, all ye servants of Yahweh, who stand in the house of Yahweh, by night:

Who stand In the house of Yahweh, In the courts of the house of our God.

For, Jacob, hath Yah chosen for himself, Israel, for his own treasure.

Whatsoever Yahweh hath pleased, he hath done, - in the heavens and on the earth, in the seas, and all resounding deeps:

And gave their land as an inheritance, an inheritance to Israel his people.

For Yahweh will vindicate his people, - and, on his servants, have compassion.

Ears, have they, but they hear not, Nose, - there is no breath in their mouth.

To him that smote Egypt in their firstborn, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

And shook off Pharaoh and his army in the Red Sea, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

And gave their land for an inheritance, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

An inheritance to Israel his servant, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

Who in our low estate, remembered us, For, age-abiding, is his lovingkindness.

By the rivers of Babylon, there, we sat down, yea we wept - when we remembered Zion:

Upon the willows - in the midst thereof, hanged we our lyres:

How shall we sing the song of Yahweh, on a foreign soil?

Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember thee! if I do not lift up Jerusalem above the head of mine own gladness.

I will give thee thanks with all my heart, Before the messengers of God, will I praise thee in song:

In the day I cried unto thee, then didst thou answer me, and didst excite me, in my soul, mightily.

All the kings of the earth, will thank thee, O Yahweh, when they have heard the sayings of thy mouth;

Though I walk in the midst of distress, thou wilt give me life, - Because of the anger of my foes, thou wilt thrust forth thy hand, and thy right hand, will save me:

Yahweh, will carry through my cause, - O Yahweh! thy lovingkindness, is age-abiding, The works of thine own hands, do not thou desert.

Surely there hath not been a word on my tongue, but behold! O Yahweh, thou hast observed it on every side.

Behind and before, hast thou shut me in, and hast laid upon me thy hand: -

If I mount the wings of the dawn, settle down in the region beyond the sea,

For, thou, didst possess thyself of my reins, thou didst weave me together in the womb of my mother.

I thank thee, in that fearfully was my being distinguished, Wonderful are thy works, and, mine own soul, is observing them intently!

My substance was not hid from thee, - when I was made in secret, when I was skilfully figured in the lower parts of the earth.

Mine unfinished substance, thine eyes beheld, and, in thy book, all the parts thereof were written, - the days they should be fashioned! while yet there was not one among them.

Wilt thou not, O GOD, slay the lawless one? Therefore, ye men of bloodshed, depart from me!

And see if there be any idol-way in me, and lead me in a way age-abiding.

Who have devised mischiefs in their heart , Every day, do they stir up wars:

Keep me, O Yahweh, from the hands of the lawless one, From the man of violence, wilt thou preserve me, - who have devised, to thrust at my steps:

O Yahweh, My Lord, my saving strength, thou hast screened my head in the day of battle.

Do not grant, O Yahweh, the desires of the lawless one, his device, do not promote, They would exalt themselves. Selah.

May there be dropped on them live coals, - Into the fire, may they be let fall, into watery pits from which they shall not rise.

As for the slanderer, let him not be established in the earth, - As for the man of wrongful violence, let misfortune hunt him with thrust upon thrust.

I know that Yahweh will execute, the right of the oppressed one, the vindication of the needy.

Surely, the righteous, shall give thanks to thy Name, the upright shall dwell in thy presence.

O Yahweh, I have cried unto thee, Make thou haste to me, Give ear unto my voice, when I cry to thee.

Let not my heart incline to a matter of wrong, that I should busy myself with practices in lawlessness, with men working iniquity, and let me not eat of their dainties.

Let a righteous man smite me - a lovingkindness, that he should correct me, an oil for the head which let not my head refuse! For, yet, even my prayer, shall be in their calamities.

As when one plougheth and furroweth the earth, Scattered about, are our bones at the mouth of hades!

Surely, unto thee, O Yahweh, My Lord, are mine eyes, In thee, have I sought refuge, Do not pour out my life.

They who are lawless, shall fall into the nooses thereof, while, I, at the same time, pass on.

When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, - In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, - Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, - I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.

My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer - mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, - He that subdueth my people under me.

Put forth thy hands from on high: - Snatch me away and rescue me out of mighty waters, out of the hand of the sons of the alien,

O God! a new song, will I sing unto thee, - On a harp of ten strings, will I make music to thee:

That, our sons, may be like plants well grown while yet young, - Our daughters, like corner pillars, - carved, in the construction of a palace:

Our garners, full, pouring out from one kind to another; Our flocks, multiplying by thousands - by myriads, in our open fields:

Our oxen, well-laden; no breaking in and no departing, - and no loud lament in our places of concourse: -

How happy the people that is in such a case! How happy the people that hath Yahweh for its God!

The eyes of all, for thee, do wait, and, thou, givest them their food in its season.

Righteous is Yahweh in all his ways, and kind in all his works.

Near is Yahweh to all who call upon him, - to all them who call upon him in faithfulness.

Do not ye trust in nobles, in a son of man who hath no deliverance:

His spirit, goeth forth, he returneth to his ground, In that very day, his thoughts perish.

How happy is he that hath the GOD of Jacob as his help, whose hope, is on Yahweh his God: -

He is healing the broken in heart, - and binding up their hurts.

Giving, to the beast, its food, to the young ravens, when they cry.

Not in the strength of the horse, doth he delight, Not in the legs of a man, hath he pleasure:

Yahweh, hath pleasure, in them who revere him, in them who wait for his lovingkindness.

For he hath strengthened the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy children in thy midst:

Praise ye Yah, Praise Yahweh, out of the heavens, Praise him, in the heights;

Praise ye Yah, Sing to Yahweh a song that is new, his praise in the convocation of the men of lovingkindness.

Let Israel rejoice in him that made him, Let the sons of Zion exult in their king;

Let them praise his Name in the dance, with timbrel and lyre, Let them make music to him.

For Yahweh is taking pleasure in his people, He will beautify humbled ones with victory.

The high songs of GOD be in their throat, and a two-edged sword in their hand:

To execute an avenging among the nations, rebukes among the peoples:

To execute upon them the sentence written, An honour, shall it be to all his men of lovingkindness. Praise ye Yah!

Praise ye Yah, Praise ye GOD in his sanctuary, Praise him, in his strong expanse:

If they say - Come with us, - Let us lie in wait for blood, Let us watch in secret for him who is needlessly innocent;

Let us engulf them, like hades, alive, While in health, like them who are going down to the pit;

Thy lot, shalt thou cast into our midst, One purse, shall there be, for us all.

My son, do not walk in the way with them, Withhold thy foot from their path.

Surely, in vain, is spread the net, in the sight of aught that hath wings!

Yet, they, for their own blood, lie in wait, They watch in secret for their own life.

Such are the ways of every one that graspeth with greed, The life of the owners thereof, it taketh away!

Wisdom, in the open place, soundeth forth, in the broadways, she raiseth her voice;

At the head of bustling streets, she crieth aloud, - at the openings of the gates in the city - her sayings, she doth utter: -