To you, O Yahweh, will I call:
My rock, be not deaf to me;
Lest, if you are silent to me,
I become like them that go down into the pit.
2 Hear the voice of my supplications, when I cry to you,
When I lift up my hands toward your holy oracle.
3 Draw me not away with the wicked.
And with the workers of iniquity;
That speak peace with their neighbors,
But mischief is in their hearts.
4 Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness
of their doings:
Give them after the operation of their hands;
Render to them their desert.
5 Because they regard not the works of Yahweh,
Nor the operation of his hands,
He will break them down and not build them up.
6 Blessed be Yahweh,
Because he has heard the voice of my supplications.
7 Yahweh is my strength and my shield;
My heart has trusted in him, and I am helped:
Therefore my heart greatly rejoices;
And with my song will I praise him.
8 Yahweh is their strength,
And he is a stronghold of salvation to his anointed.
9 Save your people, and bless your inheritance:
Be their shepherd also, and bear them up forever.
A Psalm of David.
Ascribe to Yahweh, O you sons of El,
Ascribe to Yahweh glory and strength.
2 Ascribe to Yahweh the glory due to his name;
Worship Yahweh in holy array.
3 The voice of Yahweh is upon the waters:
The El of glory thunders,
Even Yahweh upon many waters.
4 The voice of Yahweh is powerful;
The voice of Yahweh is full of majesty.
5 The voice of Yahweh breaks the cedars;
Yes, Yahweh breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.
6 He makes them also to skip like a calf;
Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild ox.
7 The voice of Yahweh divides the flames of fire.
8 The voice of Yahweh shakes the wilderness;
Yahweh shakes the wilderness of Kadesh.
9 The voice of Yahweh makes the hinds to calve,
And strips the forests bare:
And in his temple everything says, Glory.
10 Yahweh sat as King at the Flood;
Yes, Yahweh sits as King forever.
11 Yahweh will give strength to his people;
Yahweh will bless his people with peace.
A Psalm; a Song at the Dedication of the House.
A Psalm of David.
I will extol you, O Yahweh; for you have raised me up,
And have not made my foes to rejoice over me,
2 O Yahweh my Elohim,
I cried to you, and you have healed me.
3 O Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol;
You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.
4 Sing praise to Yahweh, O you saints of his
And give thanks to his holy memorial name.
5 For his anger is but for a moment:
His favor is for a life-time:
Weeping may stay for the night,
But joy comes in the morning.
6 As for me, I said in my prosperity,
I shall never be moved.
7 You, Yahweh, of your favor had made my mountain to stand strong:
You hid your face; I was troubled.
8 I cried to you, O Yahweh;
And to Yahweh I made supplication:
9 What profit is there in my blood, when I go down to the pit?
Shall the dust praise you?
Shall it declare the truth?
10 Hear, O Yahweh, and have mercy upon me:
Yahweh, be my helper.
11 You have turned for me my mourning into dancing;
You have loosed my sackcloth, and girded me with gladness;
12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to you, and not be silent.
O Yahweh my Elohim, I will give thanks to you forever.