⁹ I will sing a new song^(A) to you, my God;
    on the ten-stringed lyre^(B) I will make music to you,

¹⁹ Nothing can heal you;^(A)
    your wound is fatal.
All who hear the news about you
    clap their hands^(B) at your fall,
for who has not felt
    your endless cruelty?^(C)

Praise the Lord from the heavens;^(B)
    praise him in the heights above.

⁶ Let everything^(A) that has breath praise the Lord.

Praise the Lord.

²⁰ They took pride in their beautiful jewelry
    and used it to make^(A) their detestable idols.
They made it into vile images;^(B)
    therefore I will make it a thing unclean for them.^(C)