God

The fear of Jehovah is clean, standing to the age, The judgments of Jehovah are true, They have been righteous--together.

Also--Thy servant is warned by them, `In keeping them is a great reward.'

Errors! who doth understand? From hidden ones declare me innocent,

Also--from presumptuous ones keep back Thy servant, Let them not rule over me, Then am I perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression,

Let the sayings of my mouth, And the meditation of my heart, Be for a pleasing thing before Thee, O Jehovah, my rock, and my redeemer!

To the Overseer. --A Psalm of David. Jehovah doth answer thee, In a day of adversity, The name of the God of Jacob doth set thee on high,

We sing of thy salvation, And in the name of our God set up a banner. Jehovah doth fulfil all thy requests.

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.

Some of chariots, and some of horses, And we of the name of Jehovah our God Make mention.

O Jehovah, save the king, He doth answer us in the day we call!

To the Overseer. --A Psalm of David. Jehovah, in Thy strength is the king joyful, In Thy salvation how greatly he rejoiceth.

For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

Life he hath asked from Thee, Thou hast given to him--length of days, Age-during--and for ever.

Great is his honour in Thy salvation, Honour and majesty Thou placest on him.

For Thou makest him blessings for ever, Thou dost cause him to rejoice with joy, By Thy countenance.

For the king is trusting in Jehovah, And in the kindness of the Most High He is not moved.

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

Thou makest them as a furnace of fire, At the time of Thy presence. Jehovah in His anger doth swallow them, And fire doth devour them.

Their fruit from earth Thou destroyest, And their seed from the sons of men.

For they stretched out against Thee evil, They devised a wicked device, they prevail not,

For Thou makest them a butt, When Thy strings Thou preparest against their faces.

Be Thou exalted, O Jehovah in, Thy strength, We sing and we praise Thy might!

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?

My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

And Thou art holy, Sitting--the Praise of Israel.