And he hath been as a tree, Planted by rivulets of water, That giveth its fruit in its season, And its leaf doth not wither, And all that he doth he causeth to prosper.

Kiss the Chosen One, lest He be angry, And ye lose the way, When His anger burneth but a little, O the happiness of all trusting in Him!

Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies [on] the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken.

The boastful station not themselves before Thine eyes: Thou hast hated all working iniquity.

And rejoice do all trusting in Thee, To the age they sing, and Thou coverest them over, And those loving Thy name exult in Thee.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night [on] my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

Ashamed and troubled greatly are all mine enemies, They turn back -- ashamed [in] a moment!

`The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.

God [is] a righteous judge, And He is not angry at all times.

To the Overseer, `On the Gittith.' A Psalm of David. Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth! Who settest thine honour on the heavens.

Thou dost cause him to rule Over the works of Thy hands, All Thou hast placed under his feet.

Sheep and oxen, all of them, And also beasts of the field,

Jehovah, our Lord, How honourable Thy name in all the earth!

To the Overseer, `On the Death of Labben.' -- A Psalm of David. I confess, O Jehovah, with all my heart, I recount all Thy wonders,

So that I recount all Thy praise, In the gates of the daughter of Zion. I rejoice on Thy salvation.

The wicked do turn back to Sheol, All nations forgetting God.

The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. `God is not!' [are] all his devices.

Pain do his ways at all times, On high [are] Thy judgments before him, All his adversaries -- he puffeth at them.

Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things,

Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.

For the holy ones who [are] in the land, And the honourable, all my delight [is] in them.

To the Overseer. -- By a servant of Jehovah, by David, who hath spoken to Jehovah the words of this song in the day Jehovah delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Saul, and he saith: -- I love Thee, O Jehovah, my strength.

For all His judgments [are] before me, And His statutes I turn not from me.