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Sing ye praise to Yahweh, who is seated in Zion, Tell among the peoples his doings.

Show me favour, O Yahweh! Behold my humiliation due to them who hate me, Lift me on high out of the gates of death;

To be known is Yahweh, by the sentence he hath executed, By the doing of his own hands, is he about to strike down the lawless one. Refunding music. Selah.

Rise! Yahweh! let man not prevail, let the nations be judged before thee.

Appoint, O Yahweh, a terror for them, - Let the nations know that they are men. Selah.

Wherefore, O Yahweh, shouldst thou stand afar off? Wherefore hide thyself, in times of destitution?

For the lawless one hath boasted over the longing of his soul, and, the robber, hath blasphemed Yahweh.

Arise! Yahweh! O GOD! raise thy hand, - Do not forget the patient!

Yahweh, is king, to times age-abiding and beyond, The nations have perished out of his land.

The longing of the patient, thou hast heard, O Yahweh, Thou wilt establish their heart, Thou wilt make attentive thine ear:

In Yahweh, have I sought refuge. How can ye say to my soul, Flee to a mountain like a little bird;

Yahweh, is in his holy temple As for Yahweh, in the heavens, is his throne, His eyes, behold - His eyelashes test the sons of men.

Yahweh, putteth, the righteous, to the test, - But the lawless one and the lover of violence, his soul doth hate.

For righteous is Yahweh Righteousness, he loveth, the upright, shall behold his face.

O save Yahweh, for the man of lovingkindness, is no more, for the faithful, have vanished, from among the sons of men.

May Yahweh cut off All the lips that utter smooth things, - the tongue that speaketh swelling words;

Because of violence done to the poor, because of the crying of the needy, Now, will I arise! O may Yahweh say, - I will place him in safety - let him puff at him!

The words of Yahweh, are words, that are pure, silver refined in a crucible of earth, purified seven times!

Thou, O Yahweh, wilt keep them, - Thou wilt guard him, from this generation unto times age-abiding.

How long, O Yahweh, wilt thou wholly forget me? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?