The Bible (Old and New Testaments)

Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down [to] the pit.

Cause me to hear in the morning Thy kindness, For in Thee I have trusted, Cause me to know the way that I go, For unto Thee I have lifted up my soul.

Deliver me from mine enemies, O Jehovah, Near Thee I am covered.

Teach me to do Thy good pleasure, For Thou [art] my God — Thy Spirit [is] good, Lead me into a land of uprightness.

For Thy name's sake O Jehovah, Thou dost quicken me, In Thy righteousness, Thou bringest out from distress my soul,

And in Thy kindness cuttest off mine enemies, And hast destroyed all the adversaries of my soul, For I [am] Thy servant!

By David. Blessed [is] Jehovah my rock, who is teaching My hands for war, my fingers for battle.

My kind one, and my bulwark, My tower, and my deliverer, My shield, and in whom I have trusted, Who is subduing my people under me!

Jehovah, what [is] man that Thou knowest him? Son of man, that Thou esteemest him?

Man to vanity hath been like, His days [are] as a shadow passing by.

Jehovah, incline Thy heavens and come down, Strike against mountains, and they smoke.

Send forth lightning, and scatter them, Send forth Thine arrows, and trouble them,

Send forth Thy hand from on high, Free me, and deliver me from many waters, From the hand of sons of a stranger,

Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood.

O God, a new song I sing to Thee, On a psaltery of ten strings I sing praise to Thee.

Who is giving deliverance to kings, Who is freeing David His servant from the sword of evil.

Free me, and deliver me From the hand of sons of a stranger, Because their mouth hath spoken vanity, And their right hand [is] a right hand of falsehood,

Because our sons [are] as plants, Becoming great in their youth, Our daughters as hewn stones, Polished — the likeness of a palace,

Our garners [are] full, bringing out from kind to kind, Our flocks are bringing forth thousands, Ten thousands in our out-places,

Our oxen are carrying, there is no breach, And there is no outgoing, And there is no crying in our broad places.

O the happiness of the people that is thus, O the happiness of the people whose God [is] Jehovah!

Praise by David. I exalt Thee, my God, O king, And bless Thy name to the age and for ever.

Every day do I bless Thee, And praise Thy name to the age and for ever.

Great [is] Jehovah, and praised greatly, And of His greatness there is no searching.

Generation to generation praiseth Thy works, And Thy mighty acts they declare.

The honour — the glory of Thy majesty, And the matters of Thy wonders I declare.

And the strength of Thy fearful acts they tell, And Thy greatness I recount.

The memorial of the abundance of Thy goodness they send forth. And Thy righteousness they sing.

Gracious and merciful [is] Jehovah, Slow to anger, and great in kindness.

Good [is] Jehovah to all, And His mercies [are] over all His works.

Confess Thee O Jehovah, do all Thy works, And Thy saints do bless Thee.

The honour of Thy kingdom they tell, And [of] Thy might they speak,

To make known to sons of men His mighty acts, The honour of the majesty of His kingdom.

Thy kingdom [is] a kingdom of all ages, And Thy dominion [is] in all generations.

Jehovah is supporting all who are falling, And raising up all who are bowed down.

The eyes of all unto Thee do look, And Thou art giving to them their food in its season,

Opening Thy hand, and satisfying The desire of every living thing.

Righteous [is] Jehovah in all His ways, And kind in all His works.

Near [is] Jehovah to all those calling Him, To all who call Him in truth.

The desire of those fearing Him He doth, And their cry He heareth, and saveth them.

Jehovah preserveth all those loving Him, And all the wicked He destroyeth.

The praise of Jehovah my mouth speaketh, And all flesh doth bless His holy name, To the age and for ever!

Praise ye Jah! Praise, O my soul, Jehovah.

I praise Jehovah during my life, I sing praise to my God while I exist.

Trust not in princes — in a son of man, For he hath no deliverance.

His spirit goeth forth, he returneth to his earth, In that day have his thoughts perished.

O the happiness of him Who hath the God of Jacob for his help, His hope [is] on Jehovah his God,

Making the heavens and earth, The sea and all that [is] in them, Who is keeping truth to the age,

Doing judgment for the oppressed, Giving bread to the hungry.

Jehovah is loosing the prisoners, Jehovah is opening (the eyes of) the blind, Jehovah is raising the bowed down, Jehovah is loving the righteous,

Jehovah is preserving the strangers, The fatherless and widow He causeth to stand, And the way of the wicked He turneth upside down.

Jehovah doth reign to the age, Thy God, O Zion, to generation and generation, Praise ye Jah!

Praise ye Jah! For [it is] good to praise our God, For pleasant — comely [is] praise.

Building Jerusalem [is] Jehovah, The driven away of Israel He gathereth.

Who is giving healing to the broken of heart, And is binding up their griefs.

Appointing the number of the stars, To all them He giveth names.

Great [is] our Lord, and abundant in power, Of His understanding there is no narration.

Jehovah is causing the meek to stand, Making low the wicked unto the earth.

Answer ye to Jehovah with thanksgiving, Sing ye to our God with a harp.

Who is covering the heavens with clouds, Who is preparing for the earth rain, Who is causing grass to spring up [on] mountains,

Giving to the beast its food, To the young of the ravens that call.

Not in the might of the horse doth He delight, Not in the legs of a man is He pleased.

Jehovah is pleased with those fearing Him, With those waiting for His kindness.

Glorify, O Jerusalem, Jehovah, Praise thy God, O Zion.

For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.

Who is making thy border peace, [With] the fat of wheat He satisfieth Thee.

Who is sending forth His saying [on] earth, Very speedily doth His word run.

Who is giving snow like wool, Hoar-frost as ashes He scattereth.

Casting forth His ice like morsels, Before His cold who doth stand?

He sendeth forth His word and melteth them, He causeth His wind to blow — the waters flow.

Declaring His words to Jacob, His statutes and His judgments to Israel.

He hath not done so to any nation, As to judgments, they have not known them. Praise ye Jah!

Praise ye Jah! Praise ye Jehovah from the heavens, Praise ye Him in high places.

Praise ye Him, all His messengers, Praise ye Him, all His hosts.

Praise ye Him, sun and moon, Praise ye Him, all stars of light.

Praise ye Him, heavens of heavens, And ye waters that are above the heavens.

They do praise the name of Jehovah, For He commanded, and they were created.

And He establisheth them for ever to the age, A statute He gave, and they pass not over.

Praise ye Jehovah from the earth, Dragons and all deeps,

Fire and hail, snow and vapour, Whirlwind doing His word;

The mountains and all heights, Fruit tree, and all cedars,

The wild beast, and all cattle, Creeping thing, and winged bird,

Kings of earth, and all peoples, Chiefs, and all judges of earth,

Young men, and also maidens, Aged men, with youths,

They praise the name of Jehovah, For His name alone hath been set on high, His honour [is] above earth and heavens.

And He exalteth the horn of His people, The praise of all His saints, Of the sons of Israel, a people near Him. Praise ye Jah!

Praise ye Jah! Sing ye to Jehovah a new song, His praise in an assembly of saints.

Israel doth rejoice in his Maker, Sons of Zion do joy in their king.

They praise His name in a dance, With timbrel and harp sing praise to Him.

For Jehovah is pleased with His people, He beautifieth the humble with salvation.

Exult do saints in honour, They sing aloud on their beds.

The exaltation of God [is] in their throat, And a two-edged sword in their hand.

To do vengeance among nations, Punishments among the peoples.

To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured ones with fetters of iron,

To do among them the judgment written, An honour it [is] for all his saints. Praise ye Jah!

Praise ye Jah! Praise ye God in His holy place, Praise Him in the expanse of His strength.

Praise Him in His mighty acts, Praise Him according to the abundance of His greatness.

Praise Him with blowing of trumpet, Praise Him with psaltery and harp.

Praise Him with timbrel and dance, Praise Him with stringed instruments and organ.

Praise Him with cymbals of sounding, Praise Him with cymbals of shouting.