1371 By rivers of Babylon—There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion. 2 On willows in its midst we hung our harps. 3 For there our captors asked us the words of a song, And our spoilers—joy: 'Sing ye to us of a song of Zion.' 4 How do we sing the song of Jehovah, On the land of a stranger? 5 If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, my right hand forgetteth! 6 My tongue doth cleave to my palate, If I do not remember thee, If I do not exalt Jerusalem above my chief joy.
7 Remember, Jehovah, for the sons of Edom, The day of Jerusalem, Those saying, 'Rase, rase to its foundation!' 8 O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us. 9 O the happiness of him who doth seize, And hath dashed thy sucklings on the rock!
1381 By David. I confess Thee, with all my heart, Before the gods I do praise Thee. 2 I bow myself toward Thy holy temple, And I confess Thy name, For Thy kindness, and for Thy truth, For Thou hast made great Thy saying above all Thy name. 3 In the day I called, when Thou dost answer me, Thou dost strengthen me in my soul 'with' strength. 4 O Jehovah, all kings of earth confess Thee, When they have heard the sayings of Thy mouth. 5 And they sing in the ways of Jehovah, For great 'is' the honour of Jehovah.
6 For high 'is' Jehovah, and the lowly He seeth, And the haughty from afar He knoweth. 7 If I walk in the midst of distress Thou quickenest me, Against the anger of mine enemies Thou sendest forth Thy hand, And Thy right hand doth save me. 8 Jehovah doth perfect for me, O Jehovah, Thy kindness 'is' to the age, The works of Thy hands let not fall!
1391 Jehovah, Thou hast searched me, and knowest. 2 Thou—Thou hast known my sitting down, And my rising up, Thou hast attended to my thoughts from afar. 3 My path and my couch Thou hast fanned, And 'with' all my ways hast been acquainted. 4 For there is not a word in my tongue, Lo, O Jehovah, Thou hast known it all! 5 Behind and before Thou hast besieged me, And Thou dost place on me Thy hand. 6 Knowledge too wonderful for me, It hath been set on high, I am not able for it.
7 Whither do I go from Thy Spirit? And whither from Thy face do I flee? 8 If I ascend the heavens—there Thou 'art', And spread out a couch in Sheol, lo, Thee! 9 I take the wings of morning, I dwell in the uttermost part of the sea, 10 Also there Thy hand doth lead me, And Thy right hand doth hold me. 11 And I say, 'Surely darkness bruiseth me, Then night 'is' light to me. 12 Also darkness hideth not from Thee, And night as day shineth, as 'is' darkness so 'is' light. 13 For Thou—Thou hast possessed my reins, Thou dost cover me in my mother's belly. 14 I confess Thee, because that 'with' wonders I have been distinguished. Wonderful 'are' Thy works, And my soul is knowing 'it' well. 15 My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth. 16 Mine unformed substance Thine eyes saw, And on Thy book all of them are written, The days they were formed—And not one among them.
17 And to me how precious have been Thy thoughts, O God, how great hath been their sum! 18 I recount them! than the sand they are more, I have waked, and I am still with Thee. 19 Dost Thou slay, O God, the wicked? Then, men of blood, turn aside from me! 20 Who exchange Thee for wickedness, Lifted up to vanity 'are' Thine enemies. 21 Do not I hate, Jehovah, those hating Thee? And with Thy withstanders grieve myself? 22 'With' perfect hatred I have hated them, Enemies they have become to me. 23 Search me, O God, and know my heart, Try me, and know my thoughts, 24 And see if a grievous way be in me, And lead me in a way age-during!
131 If with the tongues of men and of messengers I speak, and have not love, I have become brass sounding, or a cymbal tinkling; 2 and if I have prophecy, and know all the secrets, and all the knowledge, and if I have all the faith, so as to remove mountains, and have not love, I am nothing; 3 and if I give away to feed others all my goods, and if I give up my body that I may be burned, and have not love, I am profited nothing.
4 The love is long-suffering, it is kind, the love doth not envy, the love doth not vaunt itself, is not puffed up, 5 doth not act unseemly, doth not seek its own things, is not provoked, doth not impute evil, 6 rejoiceth not over the unrighteousness, and rejoiceth with the truth; 7 all things it beareth, all it believeth, all it hopeth, all it endureth.
8 The love doth never fail; and whether 'there be' prophecies, they shall become useless; whether tongues, they shall cease; whether knowledge, it shall become useless; 9 for in part we know, and in part we prophecy; 10 and when that which is perfect may come, then that which 'is' in part shall become useless. 11 When I was a babe, as a babe I was speaking, as a babe I was thinking, as a babe I was reasoning, and when I have become a man, I have made useless the things of the babe; 12 for we see now through a mirror obscurely, and then face to face; now I know in part, and then I shall fully know, as also I was known; 13 and now there doth remain faith, hope, love—these three; and the greatest of these 'is' love.
