Psalms

A Psalm of David.

1Ascribe unto Jehovah, O ye sons of the mighty, Ascribe unto Jehovah glory and strength.

2Ascribe unto Jehovah the glory due unto his name; Worship Jehovah in holy array.

3The voice of Jehovah is upon the waters: The God of glory thundereth, Even Jehovah upon many waters.

4The voice of Jehovah is powerful; The voice of Jehovah is full of majesty.

5The voice of Jehovah breaketh the cedars; Yea, Jehovah breaketh in pieces the cedars of Lebanon.

6He maketh them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild-ox.

7The voice of Jehovah cleaveth the flames of fire.

8The voice of Jehovah shaketh the wilderness; Jehovah shaketh the wilderness of Kadesh.

9The voice of Jehovah maketh the hinds to calve, And strippeth the forests bare: And in his temple everything saith, Glory.

10Jehovah sat as King at the Flood; Yea, Jehovah sitteth as King for ever.

11Jehovah will give strength unto his people; Jehovah will bless his people with peace.

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1A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David’s house.

2I will extol thee, O Lord, for thou hast upheld me: and hast not made my enemies to rejoice over me.

3O Lord my God, I have cried to thee, and then hast healed me.

4Thou hast brought forth, O Lord, my soul from hell: thou hast saved me from them that go down into the pit.

5Sing to the Lord, O ye his saints: and give praise to the memory of his holiness.

6For wrath is in his indignation; and life in his good will. In the evening weeping shall have place, and in the morning gladness.

7And in my abundance I said: I shall never be moved.

8O Lord, in thy favour, thou gavest strength to my beauty. Thou turnedst away thy face from me, and I became troubled.

9To thee, O Lord, will I cry: and I will make supplication to my God.

10What profit is there in my blood, whilst I go down to corruption? Shall dust confess to thee, or declare thy truth?

11The Lord hath heard, and hath had mercy on me: the Lord became my helper.

12Thou hast turned for me my mourning into joy: thou hast cut my sackcloth, and hast compassed me with gladness:

13To the end that my glory may sing to thee, and I may not regret: O Lord my God, I will give praise to thee for ever.