O Jehovah, Thy name is to the age, O Jehovah, Thy memorial to all generations.

Give ye thanks to Jehovah, For good, for to the age is His kindness.

Give ye thanks to the God of gods, For to the age is His kindness.

Give ye thanks to the Lord of lords, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him doing great wonders by Himself alone, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him making the heavens by understanding, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him spreading the earth over the waters, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him making great lights, For to the age is His kindness.

The sun to rule by day, For to the age is His kindness.

The moon and stars to rule by night, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him smiting Egypt in their first-born, For to the age is His kindness.

And bringing forth Israel from their midst, For to the age is His kindness.

By a strong hand, and a stretched-out-arm, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him cutting the sea of Suph into parts, For to the age is His kindness,

And caused Israel to pass through its midst, For to the age is His kindness,

And shook out Pharaoh and his force in the sea of Suph, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him leading His people in a wilderness, For to the age is His kindness.

To Him smiting great kings, For to the age is His kindness.

Yea, He doth slay honourable kings, For to the age is His kindness.

Even Sihon king of the Amorite, For to the age is His kindness.

And Og king of Bashan, For to the age is His kindness.

And He gave their land for inheritance, For to the age is His kindness.

An inheritance to Israel His servant, For to the age is His kindness.

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

And He delivereth us from our adversaries, For to the age is His kindness.

Giving food to all flesh, For to the age is His kindness.

Give ye thanks to the God of the heavens, For to the age is His kindness!

For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers -- joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.'

How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger?

My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.

Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!'

O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

By David. I confess Thee, with all my heart, Before the gods I do praise Thee.

In the day I called, when Thou dost answer me, Thou dost strengthen me in my soul with strength.

Jehovah doth perfect for me, O Jehovah, Thy kindness is to the age, The works of Thy hands let not fall!

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm by David. Jehovah, Thou hast searched me, and knowest.

Thou -- Thou hast known my sitting down, And my rising up, Thou hast attended to my thoughts from afar.

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

Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee?

And I say, 'Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night is light to me.

Also darkness hideth not from Thee, And night as day shineth, as is darkness so is light.

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

Who exchange Thee for wickedness, Lifted up to vanity are Thine enemies.

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

With perfect hatred I have hated them, Enemies they have become to me.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Deliver me, O Jehovah, from an evil man, From one of violence Thou keepest me.

Who have devised evils in the heart, All the day they assemble for wars.

Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.

I have said to Jehovah, 'My God art Thou, Hear, Jehovah, the voice of my supplications.'

O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.

They cause to fall on themselves burning coals, Into fire He doth cast them, Into deep pits -- they arise not.

A talkative man is not established in the earth, One of violence -- evil hunteth to overflowing.

Only -- the righteous give thanks to Thy name, The upright do dwell with Thy presence!

A Psalm, by David. O Jehovah, I have called Thee, haste to me, Give ear to my voice when I call to Thee.

Incline not my heart to an evil thing, To do habitually actions in wickedness, With men working iniquity, Yea, I eat not of their pleasant things.

But to Thee, O Jehovah, my Lord, are mine eyes, In Thee I have trusted, Make not bare my soul.

Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!

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.

Cause me to hear in the morning Thy kindness, For in Thee I have trusted, Cause me to know the way that I go, For unto Thee I have lifted up my soul.

Teach me to do Thy good pleasure, For Thou art my God -- Thy Spirit is good, Lead me into a land of uprightness.

Man to vanity hath been like, His days are as a shadow passing by.

O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

Our garners are full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

Praise by David. I exalt Thee, my God, O king, And bless Thy name to the age and for ever.

Every day do I bless Thee, And praise Thy name to the age and for ever.

Generation to generation praiseth Thy works, And Thy mighty acts they declare.

Gracious and merciful is Jehovah, Slow to anger, and great in kindness.

Good is Jehovah to all, And His mercies are over all His works.

Confess Thee O Jehovah, do all Thy works, And Thy saints do bless Thee.

To make known to sons of men His mighty acts, The honour of the majesty of His kingdom.

The eyes of all unto Thee do look, And Thou art giving to them their food in its season,

Near is Jehovah to all those calling Him, To all who call Him in truth.

The praise of Jehovah my mouth speaketh, And all flesh doth bless His holy name, To the age and for ever!

I praise Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.

His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.

Making the heavens and earth, The sea and all that is in them, Who is keeping truth to the age,

Doing judgment for the oppressed, Giving bread to the hungry.

Jehovah is preserving the strangers, The fatherless and widow He causeth to stand, And the way of the wicked He turneth upside down.

Jehovah doth reign to the age, Thy God, O Zion, to generation and generation, Praise ye Jah!

Praise ye Jah! For it is good to praise our God, For pleasant -- comely is praise.

Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.

Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.

Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.

Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.

Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up on mountains,

Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

He sendeth forth His word and melteth them, He causeth His wind to blow -- the waters flow.

Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.

He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!

They do praise the name of Jehovah, For He commanded, and they were created.

And He establisheth them for ever to the age, A statute He gave, and they pass not over.

Praise ye Jah! Sing ye to Jehovah a new song, His praise in an assembly of saints.

Israel doth rejoice in his Maker, Sons of Zion do joy in their king.

They praise His name in a dance, With timbrel and harp sing praise to Him.

Exult do saints in honour, They sing aloud on their beds.

The exaltation of God is in their throat, And a two-edged sword in their hand.

To do vengeance among nations, Punishments among the peoples.

To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured ones with fetters of iron,