The Bible (Old and New Testaments)

Who [is] the man that is desiring life? Loving days to see good?

Keep thy tongue from evil, And thy lips from speaking deceit.

Turn aside from evil and do good, Seek peace and pursue it.

The eyes of Jehovah [are] unto the righteous, And His ears unto their cry.

(The face of Jehovah [is] on doers of evil, To cut off from earth their memorial.)

They cried, and Jehovah heard, And from all their distresses delivered them.

Near [is] Jehovah to the broken of heart, And the bruised of spirit He saveth.

Many [are] the evils of the righteous, Out of them all doth Jehovah deliver him.

He is keeping all his bones, One of them hath not been broken.

Evil doth put to death the wicked, And those hating the righteous are desolate.

Jehovah redeemeth the soul of His servants, And none trusting in Him are desolate!

By David. Strive, Jehovah, with my strivers, fight with my fighters,

Take hold of shield and buckler, and rise for my help,

And draw out spear and lance, To meet my pursuers. Say to my soul, 'Thy salvation I [am].'

They are ashamed and blush, those seeking my soul, Turned backward and confounded, Those devising my evil.

They are as chaff before wind, And a messenger of Jehovah driving away.

Their way is darkness and slipperiness, And a messenger of Jehovah their pursuer.

For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.

Meet him doth desolation — he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.

And my soul is joyful in Jehovah, It rejoiceth in His salvation.

All my bones say, 'Jehovah, who is like Thee, Delivering the poor from the stronger than he, And the poor and needy from his plunderer.'

Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me.

They pay me evil for good, bereaving my soul,

And I — in their sickness my clothing [is] sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.

As [if] a friend, as [if] my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

And — in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

Lord, how long dost thou behold? Keep back my soul from their desolations, From young lions my only one.

I thank Thee in a great assembly, Among a mighty people I praise Thee.

Mine enemies rejoice not over me [with] falsehood, Those hating me without cause wink the eye.

For they speak not peace, And against the quiet of the land, Deceitful words they devise,

And they enlarge against me their mouth, They said, 'Aha, aha, our eye hath seen.'

Thou hast seen, O Jehovah, Be not silent, O Lord — be not far from me,

Stir up, and wake to my judgment, My God, and my Lord, to my plea.

Judge me according to Thy righteousness, O Jehovah my God, And they do not rejoice over me.

They do not say in their heart, 'Aha, our desire.' They do not say, 'We swallowed him up.'

They are ashamed and confounded together, Who are rejoicing at my evil. They put on shame and confusion, Who are magnifying themselves against me.

They sing and rejoice, who are desiring my righteousness, And they say continually, 'Jehovah is magnified, Who is desiring the peace of His servant.'

And my tongue uttereth Thy righteousness, All the day Thy praise!

To the Overseer. — By a servant of Jehovah, by David. The transgression of the wicked Is affirming within my heart, 'Fear of God is not before his eyes,

For he made [it] smooth to himself in his eyes, To find his iniquity to be hated.

The words of his mouth [are] iniquity and deceit, He ceased to act prudently — to do good.

Iniquity he deviseth on his bed, He stationeth himself on a way not good, Evil he doth not refuse.'

O Jehovah, in the heavens [is] Thy kindness, Thy faithfulness [is] unto the clouds.

Thy righteousness [is] as mountains of God, Thy judgments [are] a great deep. Man and beast Thou savest, O Jehovah.

How precious [is] Thy kindness, O God, And the sons of men In the shadow of Thy wings do trust.

They are filled from the fatness of Thy house, And the stream of Thy delights Thou dost cause them to drink.

For with Thee [is] a fountain of life, In Thy light we see light.

Draw out Thy kindness to those knowing Thee, And Thy righteousness to the upright of heart.

Let not a foot of pride meet me, And a hand of the wicked let not move me.

There have workers of iniquity fallen, They have been overthrown, And have not been able to arise!

By David. Do not fret because of evil doers, Be not envious against doers of iniquity,

For as grass speedily they are cut off, And as the greenness of the tender grass do fade.

Trust in Jehovah, and do good, Dwell [in] the land, and enjoy faithfulness,

And delight thyself on Jehovah, And He giveth to thee the petitions of thy heart.

Roll on Jehovah thy way, And trust upon Him, and He worketh,

And hath brought out as light thy righteousness, And thy judgment as noon-day.

Be silent for Jehovah, and stay thyself for Him, Do not fret because of him Who is making prosperous his way, Because of a man doing wicked devices.

Desist from anger, and forsake fury, Fret not thyself only to do evil.

For evil doers are cut off, As to those waiting on Jehovah, they possess the land.

And yet a little, and the wicked is not, And thou hast considered his place, and it is not.

And the humble do possess the land, And they have delighted themselves In the abundance of peace.

The wicked is devising against the righteous, And gnashing against him his teeth.

The Lord doth laugh at him, For He hath seen that his day cometh.

A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

Their sword doth enter into their own heart, And their bows are shivered.

Better [is] the little of the righteous, Than the store of many wicked.

For the arms of the wicked are shivered, And Jehovah is sustaining the righteous.

Jehovah knoweth the days of the perfect, And their inheritance is — to the age.

They are not ashamed in a time of evil, And in days of famine they are satisfied.

But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.

The wicked is borrowing and repayeth not, And the righteous is gracious and giving.

For His blessed ones do possess the land, And His reviled ones are cut off.

From Jehovah [are] the steps of a man, They have been prepared, And his way he desireth.

When he falleth, he is not cast down, For Jehovah is sustaining his hand.

Young I have been, I have also become old, And I have not seen the righteous forsaken, And his seed seeking bread.

All the day he is gracious and lending, And his seed [is] for a blessing.

Turn aside from evil, and do good, and dwell to the age.

For Jehovah is loving judgment, And He doth not forsake His saintly ones, To the age they have been kept, And the seed of the wicked is cut off.

The righteous possess the land, And they dwell for ever on it.

The mouth of the righteous uttereth wisdom, And his tongue speaketh judgment.

The law of his God [is] his heart, His steps do not slide.

The wicked is watching for the righteous, And is seeking to put him to death.

Jehovah doth not leave him in his hand, Nor condemn him in his being judged.

Look unto Jehovah, and keep His way, And He doth exalt thee to possess the land, In the wicked being cut off — thou seest!

I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

And he passeth away, and lo, he is not, And I seek him, and he is not found!

Observe the perfect, and see the upright, For the latter end of each [is] peace.

And transgressors were destroyed together, The latter end of the wicked was cut off.

And the salvation of the righteous [is] from Jehovah, Their strong place in a time of adversity.

And Jehovah doth help them and deliver them, He delivereth them from the wicked, And saveth them, Because they trusted in Him!

A Psalm of David, 'To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden — too heavy for me.

Stunk — become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down — unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.

I have been feeble and smitten — unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.

Lord, before Thee [is] all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.