Psalms

To the Chief Musician. A Melody of David.

19 The heavens are telling the glory of God, And the work of his hands the expanse is declaring;

2 Day unto day doth pour forth speech, And night unto night doth breathe out knowledge.

3 There is no speech, and there are no words,—Unheard is their voice!

4 [Yet] through all the earth hath gone forth their voice,—And to the end of the world their sayings,—For the sun hath he set up a tent therein;

5 And he is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, He rejoiceth as a hero to run a race:

6 From one end of the heavens is his going forth, And his circuit to the other end thereof,—And nothing is hid from his glowing heat.

7 The law of Yahweh is complete, Bringing back the soul, The testimony of Yahweh is confirmed, Making wise the simple;

8 The precepts of Yahweh are right, Rejoicing the heart, The commandment of Yahweh is pure, Enlightening the eyes;

9 The reverence of Yahweh is clean, Enduring evermore,—The decisions of Yahweh are faithful, They are righteous altogether:

10 More desirable than gold, Yea than much fine gold, Sweeter also than honey Or than droppings from the comb.

11 Even thine own servant taketh warning by them, In the keeping of them great is the reward.

12 Mistakes who perceiveth? From things that are hidden acquit me:

13 Even from the presumptuous keep back thy servant, May they not have dominion over me, Then shall I be blameless, And shall be acquitted from great transgression:

14 The words of my mouth And the soft utterance of my heart Shall come with acceptance before thee, O Yahweh, my Rock and my Redeemer!