Study Desk

They had not turned away from what they had longed for, Yet was their food in their mouth,

Yet, he, full of compassion, would put a propitiatory-covering over iniquity, and not destroy, - Yea, many a time, turned he back his anger, And would not stir up all his wrath.

Yet, thou thyself, hast cast off, and rejected, Thou hast been wroth with thine Anointed One!

The days of our years, have, in them, three score years and ten, And, if, by reason of strength, they have fourscore years, Yet, their boast, is labour and sorrow, For it hath passed quickly, and we have flown away.

Yet have they said - Yah, doth not see, The God of Jacob, doth not understand.

O Yahweh our God! thou, answeredst them, - A pardoning GOD, thou becamest to them, Yet one bringing vengeance on their deeds.

While as yet they were men easily counted, - A very few, and sojourners therein;

The king sent, and set him free, One having dominion over peoples, yet loosed he his bonds;

Yet he saved them, for the sake of his Name, to make known his mighty power;

Yet they let themselves be bound to Baal-peor, - and did eat sacrifices to the dead:

My life, is in my hand continually, Yet, thy law, have I not forgotten.

The lawless have set a snare for me, Yet, from thy precepts, have I not strayed.

Many a time, have they harassed me from youth, yet have they not prevailed against me.

Though lofty is Yahweh, yet, the lowly, he regardeth, but, the haughty - afar off, doth he acknowledge.

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.

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.

O Yahweh! what is the earthborn, And yet thou hast acknowledged him, - the son of a mortal, And yet thou hast taken account of him:

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

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

Though at scoffers he scoffeth, yet, to the humbled, he granteth favour.