A Psalm of David, in his being in the wilderness of Judah. O God, Thou [art] my God, earnestly do I seek Thee, Thirsted for Thee hath my soul, Longed for Thee hath my flesh, In a land dry and weary, without waters.
So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.
Because better [is] Thy kindness than life, My lips do praise Thee.
So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands.
As [with] milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, And [with] singing lips doth my mouth praise.
If I have remembered Thee on my couch, In the watches -- I meditate on Thee.
For Thou hast been a help to me, And in the shadow of Thy wings I sing.
Cleaved hath my soul after Thee, On me hath Thy right hand taken hold.
And they who for desolation seek my soul, Go in to the lower parts of the earth.
They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, A portion for foxes they are.
And the king doth rejoice in God, Boast himself doth every one swearing by Him, But stopped is the mouth of those speaking lies!
To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Hear, O God, my voice, in my meditation, From the fear of an enemy Thou keepest my life,
Hidest me from the secret counsel of evil doers, From the tumult of workers of iniquity.
Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, They directed their arrow -- a bitter word.
To shoot in secret places the perfect, Suddenly they shoot him, and fear not.
They strengthen for themselves an evil thing, They recount of the hiding of snares, They have said, `Who doth look at it?'
They search out perverse things, `We perfected a searching search,' And the inward part of man, and the heart [are] deep.
And God doth shoot them [with] an arrow, Sudden have been their wounds,
And they cause him to stumble, Against them [is] their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.
The righteous doth rejoice in Jehovah, And hath trusted in Him, And boast themselves do all the upright of heart!
To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. A Song. To Thee, silence -- praise, O God, [is] in Zion, And to Thee is a vow completed.
Hearer of prayer, to Thee all flesh cometh.
Matters of iniquities were mightier than I, Our transgressions -- Thou dost cover them.
O the happiness of [him whom] Thou choosest, And drawest near, he inhabiteth Thy courts, We are satisfied with the goodness of Thy house, Thy holy temple.
By fearful things in righteousness Thou answerest us, O God of our salvation, The confidence of all far off ends of earth and sea.
Establishing mountains by His power, He hath been girded with might,
Restraining the noise of seas, the noise of their billows, And the multitude of the peoples.
And the inhabitants of the uttermost parts From Thy signs are afraid, The outgoings of morning and evening Thou causest to sing.
Thou hast inspected the earth, and waterest it, Thou makest it very rich, the rivulet of God [is] full of water, Thou preparest their corn, When thus Thou dost prepare it,
Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.
Thou hast crowned the year of Thy goodness, And Thy paths drop fatness.
Drop do the pastures of a wilderness, And joy of the heights Thou girdest on.
Clothed have lambs the flock, And valleys are covered with corn, They shout -- yea, they sing!