And the rest of the Jews, who are in the provinces of the king, have been assembled, even to stand for their life, and to rest from their enemies, and to slay among those hating them five and seventy thousand, and on the prey they have not put forth their hand;

The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, all that he hath is in thy hand, only unto him put not forth thy hand.' And the Adversary goeth out from the presence of Jehovah.

Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

And Jehovah saith unto the Adversary, 'Lo, he is in thy hand; only his life take care of.'

And He saveth the wasted from their mouth, And from a strong hand the needy,

That God would please -- and bruise me, Loose His hand and cut me off!

And, Deliver me from the hand of an adversary? And, From the hand of terrible ones ransom me?

If thy sons have sinned before Him, And He doth send them away, By the hand of their transgression,

Lo, God doth not reject the perfect, Nor taketh hold on the hand of evil doers.

Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not -- where, who is he?

If there were between us an umpire, He doth place his hand on us both.

For Thou knowest that I am not wicked, And there is no deliverer from Thy hand.

If iniquity is in thy hand, put it far off, And let not perverseness dwell in thy tents.

At peace are the tents of spoilers, And those provoking God have confidence, He into whose hand God hath brought.

'Who hath not known in all these, That the hand of Jehovah hath done this?

In whose hand is the breath of every living thing, And the spirit of all flesh of man.'

Wherefore do I take my flesh in my teeth? And my soul put in my hand?

Thy hand put far off from me, And Thy terror let not terrify me.

He is wandering for bread -- 'Where is it?' He hath known that ready at his hand Is a day of darkness.

For he stretched out against God his hand, And against the Mighty he maketh himself mighty.

Place, I pray Thee, my pledge with Thee; Who is he that striketh hand with me?

Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

In the fulness of his sufficiency he is straitened. Every perverse hand doth meet him.

Turn unto me, and be astonished, And put hand to mouth.

Lo, not in their hand is their good, (The counsel of the wicked Hath been far from me.)

Also -- to-day is my complaint bitter, My hand hath been heavy because of my sighing.

By His Spirit the heavens He beautified, Formed hath His hand the fleeing serpent.

I shew you by the hand of God, That which is with the Mighty I hide not.

And it casteth at him, and doth not spare, From its hand he diligently fleeth.

Against the flint he sent forth his hand, He overturned from the root mountains.

Princes have kept in words, And a hand they place on their mouth.

My honour is fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.

On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

Thou art turned to be fierce to me, With the strength of Thy hand, Thou oppressest me.

Surely not against the heap Doth He send forth the hand, Though in its ruin they have safety.

If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,

If I rejoice because great is my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,

And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,

In a moment they die, and at midnight Shake do people, and they pass away, And they remove the mighty without hand.

If thou hast been righteous, What dost thou give to Him? Or what from thy hand doth He receive?

Into the hand of every man he sealeth, For the knowledge by all men of His work.

Dost thou hunt for a lion prey? And the desire of young lions fulfil?

Lo, I have been vile, What do I return to Thee? My hand I have placed on my mouth.

And even I -- I do praise thee, For thy right hand giveth salvation to thee.

Place on him thy hand, Remember the battle -- do not add!

Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

Thou hast seen, For Thou perverseness and anger beholdest; By giving into Thy hand, On Thee doth the afflicted leave it, Of the fatherless Thou hast been an helper.

I did place Jehovah before me continually, Because -- at my right hand I am not moved.

Thou causest me to know the path of life; Fulness of joys is with Thy presence, Pleasant things by Thy right hand for ever!

Separate wonderfully Thy kindness, O Saviour of the confiding, By Thy right hand, from withstanders.

From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion is in life, And with Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied with sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.

To the Overseer. -- By a servant of Jehovah, by David, who hath spoken to Jehovah the words of this song in the day Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul, and he saith: -- I love Thee, O Jehovah, my strength.

And Thou givest to me the shield of Thy salvation, And Thy right hand doth support me, And Thy lowliness maketh me great.

Now I have known That Jehovah hath saved His anointed, He answereth him from His holy heavens, With the saving might of His right hand.

Thy hand cometh to all Thine enemies, Thy right hand doth find Thy haters.

To the Overseer, on 'The Hind of the Morning.' -- A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why hast Thou forsaken me? Far from my salvation, The words of my roaring?

In whose hand is a wicked device, And their right hand is full of bribes.

Into Thy hand I commit my spirit, Thou hast redeemed me, Jehovah God of truth.

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

In Thy hand are my times, Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, And from my pursuers.

When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

When he falleth, he is not cast down, For Jehovah is sustaining his hand.

Jehovah doth not leave him in his hand, Nor condemn him in his being judged.

For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

Turn aside from off me Thy stroke, From the striving of Thy hand I have been consumed.

Thou, with Thy hand, nations hast dispossessed. And Thou dost plant them. Thou afflictest peoples, and sendest them away.

For, not by their sword Possessed they the land, And their arm gave not salvation to them, But Thy right hand, and Thine arm, And the light of Thy countenance, Because Thou hadst accepted them.

As to Thy majesty -- prosper! -- ride! Because of truth, and meekness -- righteousness, And Thy right hand showeth Thee fearful things.

Daughters of kings are among thy precious ones, A queen hath stood at thy right hand, In pure gold of Ophir.

To the Overseer. -- By sons of Korah. A Psalm. All ye peoples, clap the hand, Shout to God with a voice of singing,

As is Thy name, O God, so is Thy praise, Over the ends of the earth, Righteousness hath filled Thy right hand.

Only, God doth ransom my soul from the hand of Sheol, For He doth receive me. Selah.

That Thy beloved ones may be drawn out, Save with Thy right hand, and answer us.

Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.

O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.

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

Why dost Thou turn back Thy hand, Even Thy right hand? From the midst of Thy bosom remove it.

For a cup is in the hand of Jehovah, And the wine hath foamed, It is full of mixture, and He poureth out of it, Only its dregs wring out, and drink, Do all the wicked of the earth,

In a day of my distress the Lord I sought, My hand by night hath been spread out, And it doth not cease, My soul hath refused to be comforted.

And I say: 'My weakness is, The changes of the right hand of the Most High.'

Thou hast led as a flock Thy people, By the hand of Moses and Aaron!

They have not remembered His hand The day He ransomed them from the adversary.

And He bringeth them in unto the border of His sanctuary, This mountain His right hand had got,

And He giveth His strength to captivity, And His beauty into the hand of an adversary,

And the root that Thy right hand planted, And the branch Thou madest strong for Thee,

Let Thy hand be on the man of Thy right hand, On the son of man Thou hast strengthened for Thyself.

As a little thing their enemies I cause to bow, And against their adversaries I turn back My hand,

Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.

Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

Thou hast an arm with might, Strong is Thy hand -- high Thy right hand.

With whom My hand is established, My arm also doth strengthen him.

And I have set on the sea his hand, And on the rivers his right hand.

Thou hast exalted the right hand of his adversaries, Thou hast caused all his enemies to rejoice.

Who is the man that liveth, and doth not see death? He delivereth his soul from the hand of Sheol. Selah.

There fall at thy side a thousand, And a myriad at thy right hand, Unto thee it cometh not nigh.

In whose hand are the deep places of earth, And the strong places of hills are His.

For He is our God, and we the people of His pasture, And the flock of His hand, To-day, if to His voice ye hearken,

Ye who love Jehovah, hate evil, He is keeping the souls of His saints, From the hand of the wicked he delivereth them.