Psalms

The Psalms
BOOK I
Psalm 1
Knelt-down-and-given-to is the man who doesn’t walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the way of ones who miss-the-target, nor sit in the seat of scoffers; but his delight is in Ieue’s thrown-seed. On his thrown-seed he meditates day and night. He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.
The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away. Therefore the wicked shall not stand in the judgment, nor ones who miss-the-target in the gathering of the straight-pathed. For Ieue knows the way of the straight-pathed, but the way of the wicked shall perish.
Psalm 2
Why do the nations rage, and the peoples plot a vain thing? The male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of the land take a stand, and the rulers take counsel together, against Ieue, and against his Anointed, saying, Let’s break their bonds apart, and cast their cords from us.
He who sits in the skies will laugh. The Strongest-Lifebringer will have them in derision. Then he will speak to them in his nose-flaring,
and terrify them in his wrath. Yet I have set my Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People on my separated hill of Tsiyon.
I will tell of the decree. Ieue said to me, You are my male-tent-continuer. Today I have become your tent-supporter. Ask of me, and I will give the nations for your inheritance, the uttermost parts of the land for your possession. You shall break them with a rod of iron. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter’s vessel.
Now therefore be wise, you male-authorities-that-guide-the-people. Be instructed, you judges of the land. Serve Ieue with gut-flowing, and rejoice with trembling. Give sincere homage to the Male-Tent-Continuer, lest he be nose-flared, and you perish in the way, for his wrath will soon be kindled. Knelt-down-and-given-to are all those who take refuge in him.
Psalm 3
A Psalm by Duid, when he fled from Abshalom his male-tent-continuer.
Ieue, how my adversaries have increased! Many are those who rise up against me. Many there are who say of my breathing-throat, There is no help for him in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Weigh This.
But you, Ieue, are a shield around me, my weightiness, and the one who lifts up my head. I cry to Ieue with my voice, and he answers me out of his separated hill.
Weigh This.
I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Ieue sustains me. I will not be afraid of tens of thousands of people who have set themselves against me on every side.
Arise, Ieue! Deliver me, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide! For you have struck all of my enemies on the cheek bone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked. Deliverance belongs to Ieue. Your kneeling-down-to-give be on your people.
Weigh This.
Psalm 4
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments. A Psalm by Duid.
Answer me when I call, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my straight-pathedness. Give me relief from my distress. Encamp with me, and hear my prayer.
You male-tent-continuers of men, how long shall my weightiness be turned into confounding? Will you care-for-the-gift-of vanity, and seek after what-is-empty?
Weigh This.
But know that Ieue has set apart for himself him who is reverent. Ieue will hear when I call to him. Stand in awe, and don’t miss-the-target. Search your own inner-guide on your bed, and be still.
Weigh This.
Offer the slaughters of straight-pathedness. Puth your trust in Ieue.
Many say, Who will show us anything functional? Ieue, let the light of your face shine on us. You have put gladness in my inner-guide, more than when their grain and their new wine are increased. In completeness I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you, Ieue alone, make me fill-the-stomach in safety.
Psalm 5
For the Chief Musician, with the flutes. A Psalm by Duid.
Give ear to my words, Ieue. Consider my meditation. Listen to the voice of my cry, my Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People and my Strongest-Yoked-Guide; for to you do I pray. Ieue, in the morning you shall hear my voice. In the morning I will lay my requests before you, and will watch expectantly.
For you are not a Strong-Guide who has pleasure in wickedness. Dysfunction can’t fill-the-stomach with you. The arrogant shall not stand in your sight. You hate all workers of iniquity. You will destroy those who speak empty things. Ieue abhors the bloodthirsty and deceitful man.
But as for me, in the abundance of your bent-neck I will come into your house. I will flatten-myself toward your separated temple in reverence of you. Lead me, Ieue, in your straight-pathedness because of my enemies. Make your way straight before my face. For there is no firmness in their mouth. Their inner-guide is destruction. Their throat is an open tomb. They flatter with their tongue. Hold them guilty, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Let them fall by their own counsels. Thrust them out in the multitude of their transgressions, for they have rebelled against you.
But let all those who take refuge in you rejoice, Let them always shout for joy, because you defend them. Let them also who care-for-the-gift-of your name be joyful in you. For you will kneel-to-give to the straight-pathed. Ieue, you will surround him with favor as with a shield.
Psalm 6
For the Chief Musician; on stringed instruments, upon the eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm by Duid.
Ieue, don’t rebuke me in your nose-flaring, neither discipline me in your wrath. Encamp with me, Ieue, for I am faint. Ieue, heal me, for my bones are troubled. My breathing-throat is also in great anguish. But you, Ieue, how long? Return, Ieue. Deliver my breathing-throat, and deliver me for the sake of your bent-neck. For in an emptied-stomach there is no memory of you. In the unseen-realm, who shall give you thanks?
I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears. My eye wastes away because of grief. It grows old because of all my adversaries.
Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, for Ieue has heard the voice of my weeping. Ieue has heard my supplication. Ieue accepts my prayer. May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disfavored suddenly.
Psalm 7
A meditation by Duid, which he sang to Ieue, concerning the words of Kush, the Benyemiyniy.
Ieue, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I take refuge in you. Deliver me from all those who pursue me, and deliver me, lest they tear apart my breathing-throat like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.
Ieue, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, if I have done this, if there is iniquity in my hands, if I have rewarded what is dysfunctional to him who was at completeness with me (yes, if I have delivered him who without cause was my adversary), let the enemy pursue my breathing-throat, and overtake it. Yes, let him tread my filled-stomach down to the land, and lay my weightiness to dwell in the soil.
Weigh This.
Arise, Ieue, in your nose-flaring. Lift up yourself against the rage of my adversaries. Awake for me. You have directed judgment. Let the gathering of the peoples surround you. Rule over them on high. Ieue administers judgment to the peoples. Judge me, Ieue, according to my straight-pathedness, and to my integrity that is in me. Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, but establish the straight-pathed. Their minds and inner-guides are searched by the straight-pathed Strongest-Yoked-Guide. My shield is with the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, who saves the upright in inner-guide.
The Strong-Guide is a straight-pathed judge, strong and merciful, not bringing forth his nose-flaring every day. If a man doesn’t relent, he will sharpen his sword. He has bent and strung his bow. He has also prepared for himself the emptied-stomach's instruments. He makes ready his flaming arrows.
Behold, he travails with iniquity. Yes, he has conceived mischief, and brought forth what-is-empty. He has dug a hole, and has fallen into the pit which he made. The trouble he causes shall return to his own head. His violence shall come down on the crown of his own head.
I will give thanks to Ieue according to his straight-pathedness, and will sing praise to the name of Ieue the Supreme-One.
Psalm 8
For the Chief Musician; on an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by Duid.
Ieue, our Strongest-Lifebringer, how majestic is your name in all the land, who has set your esteem above the skies!
From the lips of babes and infants you have established strength, because of your adversaries, that you might silence the enemy and the avenger.
When I consider your skies, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars, which you have ordained; what is man, that you think of him? What is the male-tent-continuer of man, that you care for him?
For you have made him a little lower than the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and crowned him with weightiness and honor. You make him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put all things under his feet. All sheep and cattle, yes, and the animals of the field, the flyers of the sky, the fish of the sea, and whatever passes through the paths of the seas.
Ieue, our Strongest-Lifebringer, how majestic is your name in all the land!
Psalm 9
For the Chief Musician. Set to The Emptied-stomach of the Male-Tent-Continuer. A Psalm by Duid.
I will give thanks to Ieue with my whole inner-guide. I will tell of all your marvelous works.
I will be glad and rejoice in you. I will sing praise to your name, O Supreme-One.
When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence. For you have maintained my just cause. You sit on the throne judging in a straight-pathed way.
You have rebuked the nations. You have destroyed the wicked. You have blotted out their name to the horizon and beyond.
The enemy is overtaken by endless ruin. The very memory of the cities which you have overthrown has perished.
But Ieue reigns to the horizon. He has prepared his throne for judgment. He will judge the inhabitable world in straight-pathedness. He will administer judgment to the peoples in uprightness.
Ieue will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble. Those who know your name will put their trust in you, for you, Ieue, have not forsaken those who seek you.
Sing praises to Ieue, who dwells in Tsiyon, and declare among the people what he has done. For he who avenges blood remembers them. He doesn’t forget the cry of the afflicted.
Encamp with me, Ieue. See my affliction by those who hate me, and lift me up from the gates of an emptied-stomach;
that I may show forth all your praise. In the gates of the female-tent-continuer of Tsiyon, I will rejoice in your deliverance.
The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.
Ieue has made himself known. He has executed judgment. The wicked is snared by the work of his own hands.
Meditation. Weigh This.
The wicked shall be turned back to the unseen-realm, even all the nations that forget the Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
For the needy shall not always be forgotten, nor the hope of the poor perish for the future. Arise, Ieue! Don’t let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your sight. Puth them in a state of gut-flowing, Ieue. Let the nations know that they are only men.
Weigh This.
Psalm 10
Why do you stand far off, Ieue? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?
In arrogance, the wicked hunt down the weak. They are caught in the schemes that they devise. For the wicked boasts of his breathing-throat’s cravings. He kneels down to give to the greedy, and condemns Ieue. The wicked, in the pride of his face, has no room in his thoughts for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. His ways are prosperous in every season.
He is haughty, and your judgements are withdrawn from in front of him. As for all his adversaries, he sneers at them. He says in his inner-guide, I shall not be shaken. For circles-of-men I shall have no trouble.
His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and oppression. Under his tongue is mischief and iniquity. He lies in wait near the villages. From ambushes, he murders the innocent.
His eyes are secretly set against the helpless. He lurks in secret as a lion in his ambush. He lies in wait to catch the helpless. He catches the helpless, when he draws him in his net. The helpless are crushed. They collapse. They fall under his staunch ones. He says in his inner-guide, the Strong-Guide has forgotten. He hides his face. He will never see it.
Arise, Ieue! You Strong-Guide, lift up your hand! Don’t forget the helpless. Why does the wicked person condemn the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and say in his inner-guide, The Strongest-Yoked-Guide won’t call me into account?
But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.
Break the arm of the wicked. As for the dysfunctional man, seek out his wickedness until you find none. Ieue is Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People to the horizon and beyond! The nations will perish out of his land.
Ieue, you have heard the desire of the humble. You will prepare their inner-guide. You will cause your ear to hear, to judge the fatherless and the oppressed, that man who is of the land may terrify no more.
Psalm 11
For the Chief Musician. By Duid.
In Ieue, I take refuge. How can you say to my breathing-throat, Flee as a flyer to your mountain! For, behold, the wicked bend their bows. They set their arrows on the strings, that they may shoot in darkness at the upright in inner-guide. If the foundations are destroyed, what can the straight-pathed do?
Ieue is in his separated temple. Ieue is on his throne in the sky. His eyes cut-the-fence. His eyelids examine the tent-builders of men. Ieue examines the straight-pathed, but the wicked and him who cares-for-the-gift-of violence his breathing-throat hates. On the wicked he will rain blazing coals; fire, sulfur, and scorching wind shall be the portion of their cup. For Ieue is straight-pathed. He cares-for-the-gift-of straight-pathedness. The upright shall cut-the-fence blocking his face.
Psalm 12
For the Chief Musician; upon an eight-stringed lyre. A Psalm of Duid.
Help, Ieue; for the reverent man ceases. For the supportive fail from among the tent-builders of men. Everyone empty things to his neighbor. They speak with flattering lips, and with a double inner-guide.
May Ieue cut off all flattering lips, and the tongue that boasts, who have said, With our tongue we will prevail. Our lips are our own. Who is a strong-lifebringer to us?
Because of the oppression of the weak and because of the groaning of the needy, I will now arise, says Ieue; I will set him in safety from those who malign him. The words of Ieue are flawless words, as silver refined in a clay furnace, purified seven times.
You will keep them, Ieue. You will preserve them from this circle-of-men to the horizon. The wicked walk on every side,
when what is vile is exalted among the male-tent-continuers of men.
Psalm 13
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
How long, Ieue? Will you forget me permanently? How long will you hide your face from me? How long shall I take counsel in my breathing-throat, having sorrow in my inner-guide every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?
Behold, and answer me, Ieue, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Give light to my eyes, lest I sleep in an emptied-stomach; lest my enemy say, I have prevailed against him; lest my adversaries rejoice when I fall.
But I trust in your bent-neck. My inner-guide rejoices in your deliverance. I will sing to Ieue, because he has been functional to me.
Psalm 14
For the Chief Musician. By Duid.
The fool has said in his inner-guide, There is no Strongest-Yoked-Guide. They are corrupt. They have done abominable works. There is none who does what is functional.
Ieue looked down from the sky on the tent-builders of men, to see if there were any who understood, who sought after the Strongest-Yoked-Guide.They have all gone aside. They have together become corrupt. There is none who does what is functional, no, not one.
Do all the workers of iniquity have no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don’t call on Ieue? There they were in great gut-flowing, for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is in the circle-of-men of the straight-pathed. You frustrate the plan of the poor, because Ieue is his refuge.
Oh that the deliverance of Isharal would come out of Tsiyon! When Ieue restores the fortunes of his people, then Eoqub shall rejoice, and Isharal shall be glad.
Psalm 15
A Psalm by Duid.
Ieue, who shall dwell in your sanctuary? Who shall fill-the-stomach on your separated hill?
He who walks blamelessly does what is right, and speaks what is firm in his inner-guide. He who doesn’t slander with his tongue, nor does what is dysfunctional to his friend, nor casts slurs against his fellow man; In whose eyes a vile man is despised, but who gives-weight to those who's gut-flows-before Ieue. He who keeps an oath even when it hurts, and doesn’t change. He who doesn’t lend out his money for usury, nor take a bribe against the innocent.
He who does these things shall never be shaken.
Psalm 16
A Poem by Duid.
Preserve me, O Strong-Guide, for in you do I take refuge. My breathing-throat, you have said to Ieue, You are my Strongest-Lifebringer. Apart from you I have no functional thing. As for the separated-ones who are in the land, they are the excellent ones in whom is all my delight.
Their sorrows shall be multiplied who give bent-knee-presents to another Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Their drink offerings of blood I will not offer, nor take their names on my lips.
Ieue, my assigned portion and my cup. You made my lot secure. The lines have fallen to me in pleasant places. Yes, I have a functional inheritance.
I will kneel-to-give to Ieue, who has given me counsel. Yes, my inner-guide instructs me in the night seasons. I have set Ieue always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I shall not be moved. Therefore my inner-guide is glad, and my weightiness exults. My flesh shall also dwell in safety. For you will not leave my breathing-throat in the unseen-realm, neither will you allow your separated-one to see corruption. You will show me the path of a filled-stomach. In your presence is fullness of joy. In your right hand there are permanent pleasures.
Psalm 17
A Prayer by Duid.
Hear, Ieue, my straight-pathed plea. Give ear to my prayer, that doesn’t go out of deceitful lips. Let my sentence come forth from your presence. Let your eyes cut-the-fence blocking equity.
You have proved my inner-guide. You have visited me in the night. You have tried me, and found nothing. I have resolved that my mouth shall not fail to listen. As for the works of men, by the word of your lips, I have kept myself from the ways of the violent. My steps have held fast to your circular paths. My feet have not slipped.
I have called on you, for you will answer me, O Strong-Guide. Turn your ear to me. Hear my speech. Show your marvelous bent-neck, you who deliver those who take refuge by your right hand from their enemies. Protect me as the pupil of your eye. Hide me under the shadow of your wings, from the face of the wicked who oppress me, deadly enemies against my breathing-throat who surround me.
They close up their callous inner-guides. With their mouth they speak proudly. They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the land. He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.
Arise, Ieue, confront him. Make him bow-down. Deliver my breathing-throat from the wicked by your sword; from men by your hand, Ieue, from the land's few, whose portion is in this filled-stomach. You fill the loins of your cherished ones. Your male-tent-continuers have plenty, and they store up wealth for their tent-builders.
As for me, I shall cut-the-fence blocking your face in straight-pathedness. I shall be satisfied, when I awake, with seeing your form.
Psalm 18
For the Chief Musician. By Duid the servant of Ieue, who spoke to Ieue the words of this song in the day that Ieue delivered him from the hand of all his enemies, and from the hand of Shaul. He said, I care-for-the-gift-of you, Ieue, my strength.
Ieue is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my Strong-Guide, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my deliverance, my high tower. I call on Ieue, who is worthy to be praised; and I am delivered from my enemies.
The cords of an emptied-stomach surrounded me. The floods of worthlessness made me afraid. The cords of the unseen-realm were around me. The snares of an emptied-stomach came on me. In my distress I called on Ieue, and cried to my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.
Then the land shook and trembled. The foundations also of the mountains quaked and were shaken, because he was nose-flared. Smoke went out of his nostrils. Consuming fire came out of his mouth. Coals were kindled by it.
He bowed the skies also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet. He rode on a cherub, and flew. Yes, he soared on the wings of the wind. He made darkness his hiding place, his pavilion around him, darkness of waters, thick clouds of the firmament. At the brightness before him his thick clouds passed, hailstones and coals of fire.
Ieue also thundered in the sky. The Supreme-One uttered his voice: hailstones and coals of fire. He sent out his arrows, and scattered them; yes, great lightning bolts, and routed them. Then the channels of waters appeared. The foundations of the inhabitable world were laid bare at your rebuke, Ieue, at the breath belonging to the wind of your nose-flaring.
He sent from on high. He took me. He drew me out of many waters. He delivered me from my strong enemy, from those who hated me; for they were tougher than me. They came on me in the day of my calamity, but Ieue was my support. He brought me forth also into a large place. He delivered me, because he delighted in me. Ieue has rewarded me according to my straight-pathedness. According to the cleanness of my hands has he repayed me.
For I have kept the ways of Ieue, and have not wickedly departed from my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. For all his ordinances were before me. I didn’t put away his statutes from me. I was also blameless with him. I kept myself from my iniquity.
Therefore Ieue has rewarded me according to my straight-pathedness, according to the cleanness of my hands in his eyesight. With the merciful you will show yourself merciful. With the perfect man, you will show yourself perfect. With the pure, you will show yourself pure. With the crooked you will show yourself shrewd. For you will deliver the afflicted people, but the haughty eyes you will bring down.
For you will light my lamp, Ieue. My Strongest-Yoked-Guide will light up my darkness. For by you, I advance through a troop. By my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I leap over a wall.
As for the Strong-Guide, his way is perfect. The word of Ieue is refined. He is a shield to all those who take refuge in him.
For who is the Strong-Yoked-Guide, except Ieue? Who is a rock, besides our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the Strong-Guide who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect?
He makes my feet like deer’s feet, and sets me on my high places. He teaches my hands to war, so that my arms bend a bow of bronze.
You have also given me the shield of your deliverance. Your right hand sustains me. Your gentleness has made me great. You have enlarged my steps under me. My feet have not slipped.
I will pursue my enemies, and overtake them. Neither will I turn again until they are consumed. I will strike them through, so that they will not be able to rise. They shall fall under my feet.
For you have armed me with strength to the battle. You have bowed under me those who rose up against me. You have also made my enemies turn their backs to me, that I might cut off those who hate me.
They cried, but there was none to deliver; even to Ieue, but he didn’t answer them. Then I beat them small as the dust before the wind. I cast them out as the mire of the streets.
You have delivered me from the strivings of the people. You have made me the head of the nations. A people whom I have not known shall serve me. As soon as they hear of me they shall listen to me. The foreigners shall submit themselves to me. The foreigners shall fade away, and shall come trembling out of their close places.
Ieue fills-the-stomach; and knelt-down-and-given-to be my rock. Exalted be the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my deliverance, even the Strong-Guide who executes vengeance for me, and subdues peoples under me. He rescues me from my enemies. Yes, you lift me up above those who rise up against me. You deliver me from the violent man.
Therefore I will give thanks to you, Ieue, among the nations, and will sing praises to your name. He gives great deliverance to his male-authority-that-guides-the-people, and bends-his-neck to his anointed, to Duid and to his seed, to the horizon.
Psalm 19
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
The skies declare the weightiness of the Strong-Guide. The expanse shows his handiwork. Day after day they pour forth speech, and night after night they display knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their voice has gone out through all the land, their words to the end of the inhabitable world.
In them he has set a tent for the sun, which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room, like a high-headed man rejoicing to run his course. His going forth is from the end of the skies, his circuit to its ends. There is nothing hidden from its heat.
Ieue’s thrown-seed is perfect, restoring the breathing-throat. Ieue’s testimony is sure, making wise the simple. Ieue’s precepts are right, rejoicing the inner-guide. Ieue’s directive is pure, enlightening the eyes. The gut-flowing-before Ieue is clean, enduring to the future. Ieue’s ordinances are firm, and straight-pathed altogether. More to be desired are they than gold, yes, than much fine gold; sweeter also than honey and the extract of the honeycomb. Moreover by them is your servant warned. In keeping them there is great reward.
Who can discern his errors? Lift-Off me from hidden errors. Keep back your servant also from presumptuous missed-targets. Let them not have dominion over me. Then I will be upright. I will be blameless and innocent of great transgression.
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my inner-guide be acceptable in your sight, Ieue, my rock, and my redeemer.
Psalm 20
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
May Ieue answer you in the day of trouble. May the name of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub set you up on high, send you help from the sanctuary, grant you support from Tsiyon, remember all your offerings, and accept your burnt slaughter.
Weigh This.
May He grant you your inner-guide’s desire, and fulfill all your counsel.
We will triumph in your deliverance. In the name of our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, we will set up our banners. May Ieue grant all your requests.
Now I know that Ieue saves his anointed. He will answer him from his separated sky, with the delivering strength of his right hand.
Some trust in chariots, and some in horses, but we trust the name of Ieue our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. They bow-down and fall, but we rise up, and stand upright.
Deliver, Ieue! Let the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People answer us when we call!
Psalm 21
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
The male-authority-that-guides-the-people rejoices in your strength, Ieue! How greatly he rejoices in your deliverance! You have given him his inner-guide’s desire, and have not withheld the request of his lips.
Weigh This.
For you meet him with the things kneeled down and given of functionality. You set a crown of fine gold on his head. He asked you for a filled-stomach, you gave it to him, even length of days for the horizons and beyond.
His weightiness is great in your deliverance. You lay honor and majesty on him. For you make him most knelt-down-and-given-to for the future. You make him glad with joy in your presence. For the male-authority-that-guides-the-people trusts in Ieue. Through the bent-neck of the Supreme-One, he shall not be moved. Your hand will find out all of your enemies.
Your right hand will find out those who hate you. You will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of your nose-flaring. Ieue will swallow them up in his wrath. The fire shall devour them. You will destroy their descendants from the land, their posterity from among the tent-builders of men. For they intended what is dysfunctional against you. They plotted what is dysfunctional against you which cannot succeed. For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.
Be exalted, Ieue, in your strength, so we will sing and praise your power.
Psalm 22
For the Chief Musician; set to The Doe of the Morning. A Psalm by Duid.
My Strong-Guide, my Strong-Guide, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?
My Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I cry in the daytime, but you don’t answer; in the night season, and am not silent.
But you are separated, you who inhabit the praises of Isharal. Our tent-supporters trusted in you. They trusted, and you delivered them. They cried to you, and were delivered. They trusted in you, and were not disappointed.
But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people. All those who see me mock me. They insult me with their lips. They shake their heads, saying, He trusts in Ieue. Let him deliver him. Let him rescue him, since he delights in him.
But you brought me out of the loins. You made me trust at my strong-womb’s breasts. I was thrown on you from my strong-womb’s womb. You are my Strong-Guide from my strong-womb's loins. Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help. Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me. They open their mouths wide against me, lions tearing prey and roaring. I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My inner-guide is like wax; it is melted within my bowels. My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of an emptied-stomach. For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet. I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me. They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
But don’t be far off, Ieue. You are my help: hurry to help me. Deliver my breathing-throat from the sword, my precious filled-stomach from the power of the dog. Deliver me from the lion’s mouth!
Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen, you have answered me. I will declare your name to my male-strong-protectors. In the midst of the called-out-assembly, I will praise you. You who's gut-flows-before Ieue, praise him! All you descendants of Eoqub, give-weight to him! Stand in awe of him, all you descendants of Isharal! For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.
Of you comes my praise in the great called-out-assembly. I will pay my vows before those who's gut-flows-before him. The humble shall eat and be satisfied. They shall praise Ieue who seek after him. Let your inner-guides fill-the-stomach for the future. All the ends of the land shall remember and turn to Ieue. All the relatives of the nations shall flatten-themselves to your face. For the authority-to-guide-the-people is Ieue’s. He is the ruler over the nations.
All the rich ones of the land shall eat and flatten-themselves to his face. All those who go down to the dust shall bow-down before him, even he who can’t keep his breathing-throat stomach-filled. His seed shall serve him. Future circles-of-men shall be told about the Strongest-Lifebringer. They shall come and shall declare his straight-pathedness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it.
Psalm 23
A Psalm by Duid.
Ieue is my shepherd. I shall lack nothing. He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters. He restores my breathing-throat.
He guides me in the circular paths of straight-pathedness for his name’s sake. Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of an emptied-stomach, I will flow-the-gut-before nothing dysfunctional, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, they comfort me.
You prepare a table before me in the presence of my enemies. You anoint my head with oil. My cup runs over.
Surely functionality and bent-neck shall follow me all the days of my filled-stomach, and I will dwell in Ieue’s house the length of my days.
Psalm 24
A Psalm by Duid.
The land is Ieue’s, with its fullness; the inhabitable world, and those who dwell therein. For he has founded it on the seas, and established it on the floods.
Who may ascend to Ieue’s hill? Who may stand in his separated place? He who has clean hands and a pure inner-guide; who has not lifted up his breathing-throat to what-is-empty, and has not sworn deceitfully. He shall receive a kneeling-down-to-give from Ieue, straight-pathedness from the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of his deliverance. This is the circle-of-men of those who seek Him, who seek your face—even Eoqub.
Weigh This.
Lift up your heads, you gates! Be lifted up, you horizonal doors, and the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of weightiness will come in. Who is the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of weightiness? Ieue strong and high-headed, Ieue high-headed in battle.
Lift up your heads, you gates; yes, lift them up, you horizonal doors, and the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of weightiness will come in. Who is this Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of weightiness? Ieue of Armies is the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of weightiness!
Weigh This.
Psalm 25
By Duid.
To you, Ieue, do I lift up my breathing-throat. My Strongest-Yoked-Guide,
I have trusted in you. Don’t let me be shamed. Don’t let my enemies triumph over me.
Yes, no one who waits for you shall be shamed. They shall be shamed who deal treacherously without cause.
Show me your ways, Ieue. Teach me your paths.
Guide me in your firmness,
and teach me, For you are the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my deliverance, I wait for you all day long.
Ieue, remember your moving-bowels and your bent-neck, for they are from old times.
Do not remember the missed-targets of my youth, nor my transgressions. Remember me according to your bent-neck, for the sake of your functionality, Ieue.
Functional and upright is Ieue, therefore he will instruct ones who miss-the-target along the way.
He will guide the humble in justice. He will teach the humble his way.
All the paths of Ieue are bent-neck and firmness to those who keep his pieces-to-pass-through and his testimonies.
For your name’s sake, Ieue, pardon my iniquity, for it is great.
What man is he who inwardly-flows-before Ieue? He shall instruct him in the way that he shall choose.
His breathing-throat shall dwell at ease. His seed shall inherit the land.
The friendship of Ieue is with those who's gut-flows-before him. He will show them his pieces-to-pass-through.
My eyes are ever on Ieue, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.
Turn to me, and encamp with me, for I am desolate and afflicted.
The troubles of my inner-guide are enlarged. Oh bring me out of my distresses.
Consider my affliction and my travail. Lift-Off all my missed-targets.
Consider my enemies, for they are many. They hate me with cruel hatred.
Oh keep my breathing-throat, and deliver me. Let me not be disappointed, for I take refuge in you.
Let integrity and uprightness preserve me, for I wait for you.
Redeem Isharal, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, out all of his troubles.
Psalm 26
By Duid.
Judge me, Ieue, for I have walked in my integrity. I have trusted also in Ieue without wavering. Examine me, Ieue, and prove me. Try my inner-guide and my mind. For your bent-neck is before my eyes. I have walked in your firmness. I have not sat with the council of folly, neither will I go in with hypocrites. I hate the called-out-assembly of evildoers, and will not sit with the wicked.
I will wash my hands in innocence, so I will go about your altar, Ieue; that I may make the voice of thanksgiving to be heard, and tell of all your wondrous works. Ieue, I care-for-the-gift-of the habitation of your house, the place where your weightiness dwells.
Don’t gather my breathing-throat with ones who miss-the-target, nor my filled-stomach with bloodthirsty men; in whose hands is wickedness. Their right hand is full of bribes. But as for me, I will walk in my integrity. Redeem me, and encamp with me. My foot stands in an even place. In the congregations I will kneel-to-give to Ieue.
Psalm 27
By Duid.
Ieue is my light and my deliverance. Whom shall I flow-the-gut-before? Ieue is the strength of my filled-stomach. Of whom shall I be afraid?
When evildoers came at me to eat up my flesh, even my adversaries and my foes, they stumbled and fell. Though an army should encamp against me, my inner-guide shall not flow-the-gut. Though war should rise against me, even then I will be confident.
One thing I have asked of Ieue, that I will seek after, that I may dwell in the house of Ieue all the days of my filled-stomach, to cut-the-fence blocking Ieue’s beauty, and to inquire in his temple. For in the day of trouble he will keep me secretly in his pavilion. In the covert of his tabernacle he will hide me. He will lift me up on a rock. Now my head will be lifted up above my enemies around me. I will offer slaughters of joy in his tent. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises to Ieue.
Hear, Ieue, when I cry with my voice. Encamp with me, and answer me. When you said, Seek my face, my inner-guide said to you, I will seek your face, Ieue. Don’t hide your face from me. Don’t put your servant away in nose-flaring. You have been my help. Don’t abandon me, neither forsake me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my deliverance. When my tent-supporter and my strong-womb forsake me, then Ieue will take me up. Teach me your way, Ieue. Lead me in a straight path, because of my enemies. Don’t deliver me over to the breathing-throat's desire of my adversaries, for empty witnesses have risen up against me, such as puff out cruelty.
I am still confident of this: I will see the functionality of Ieue in the land of the filled-stomachs. Wait for Ieue. Be strong, and let your inner-guide take courage. Yes, wait for Ieue.
Psalm 28
By Duid.
To you, Ieue, I call. My rock, don’t be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit. Hear the voice of my petitions, when I cry to you, when I lift up my hands toward your most-separated place.
Don’t draw me away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity who speak completeness with their neighbors, but mischief is in their inner-guides. Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings. Give them according to the operation of their hands. Bring back on them what they deserve. Because they don’t respect the works of Ieue, nor the operation of his hands, he will break them down and not build them up.
Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue, because he has heard the voice of my petitions. Ieue is my strength and my shield. My inner-guide has trusted in him, and I am helped. Therefore my inner-guide greatly rejoices. With my song I will thank him.
Ieue is their strength. He is a stronghold of deliverance to his anointed. Deliver your people, and kneel-to-give to your inheritance. Be their shepherd also, and bear them up to the horizon.
Psalm 29
A Psalm by Duid.
Ascribe to Ieue, you male-tent-continuers of the strongest, ascribe to Ieue weightiness and strength. Ascribe to Ieue the weightiness due to his name. Flatten-yourselves to Ieue in separated array.
Ieue’s voice is on the waters. the Strong-Guide of weightiness thunders, even Ieue on many waters. Ieue’s voice is powerful. Ieue’s voice is full of majesty.
The voice of Ieue breaks the cedars. Yes, Ieue breaks in pieces the cedars of Lebanon. He makes them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young, wild ox.
Ieue’s voice strikes with blazes of fire. Ieue’s voice shakes the wilderness. Ieue shakes the wilderness of separated-males. Ieue’s voice makes the deer calve, and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, Weightiness! Ieue sat enthroned at the flood. Yes, Ieue sits as Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People to the horizon. Ieue will give strength to his people. Ieue will kneel-to-give to his people with completeness.
Psalm 30
A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By Duid.
I will extol you, Ieue, for you have raised me up, and have not made my foes to rejoice over me. Ieue my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I cried to you, and you have healed me. Ieue, you have brought up my breathing-throat from the unseen-realm. You have kept me stomach-filled, that I should not go down to the pit.
Sing praise to Ieue, you separated-ones of his. Give thanks to his separated name. For his nose-flaring is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.
As for me, I said in my prosperity, I shall never be moved. You, Ieue, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.
I cried to you, Ieue. To my Strongest-Lifebringer I seek encampment. What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your firmness? Hear, Ieue, and encamp with me. Ieue, be my helper.
You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness, To the end that my inner-guide may sing praise to you, O my Weightiness, and not be silent. Ieue my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I will give thanks to you to the horizon!
Psalm 31
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
In you, Ieue, I take refuge. Let me never be disappointed. Deliver me in your straight-pathedness. Bow down your ear to me. Deliver me speedily. Be to me a strong rock, a house of defense to deliver me. For you are my rock and my fortress, therefore for your name’s sake lead me and guide me. Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me, for you are my stronghold. Into your hand I commend my wind. You redeem me, Ieue, the Strong-Guide of firmness.
I hate those who regard lying vanities, but I trust in Ieue. I will be glad and rejoice in your bent-neck, for you have seen my affliction. You have known my breathing-throat in adversities. You have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy. You have set my feet in a large place.
Encamp with me, Ieue, for I am in distress. My eye, my breathing-throat, and my loins waste away with grief. For my filled-stomach is spent with sorrow, my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, a gut-flowing to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me. I am forgotten from their inner-guides like a stomach-emptied man. I am like broken pottery. For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, while they conspire together against me, they plot to take away my breathing-throat.
But I trust in you, Ieue. I said, You are my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.
Make your face to shine on your servant. Deliver me in your bent-neck. Let me not be disappointed, Ieue, for I have called on you. Let the wicked be disappointed. Let them be silent in the unseen-realm. Let the lying lips be mute, which speak against the straight-pathed insolently, with pride and contempt.
Oh how great is your functionality, which you have laid up for those who's gut-flows-before you, which you have worked for those who take refuge in you, before the male-tent-continuers of men! In the concealment of your face you will conceal them from the plotting of man. You will keep them secretly in a booth away from the strife of tongues.
Praise be to Ieue, for he has shown me his marvelous bent-neck in a strong city. As for me, I said in my haste, I am cut off from before your eyes. Nevertheless you heard the voice of my petitions when I cried to you.
Oh care-for-the-gift-of Ieue, all you his separated-ones! Ieue preserves the supportive, and fully recompenses him who behaves arrogantly. Be strong, and let your inner-guide take courage, all you who hope in Ieue.
Psalm 32
By Duid. A contemplative psalm.
Knelt-down-and-given-to is he whose disobedience is lifted-off, whose missed-targets are covered. Knelt-down-and-given-to is the man to whom Ieue doesn’t impute iniquity, in whose wind there is no deceit.
When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long. For day and night your hand was weighty on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer.
Weigh This.
I acknowledged my missed-targets to you. I didn’t hide my iniquity. I said, I will confess my transgressions to Ieue, and you lifted-off the iniquity of my missed-targets.
Weigh This.
For this, let everyone who is reverent pray to you in a time when you may be found. Surely when the great waters overflow, they shall not reach to him.
You are my hiding place. You will preserve me from trouble. You will surround me with songs of deliverance.
Weigh This.
I will instruct you and teach you in the way which you shall go. I will counsel you with my eye on you.
Don’t be like the horse, or like the mule, which have no understanding, who are controlled by bit and bridle, or else they will not come near to you.
Many sorrows come to the wicked, but bent-neck shall surround him who trusts in Ieue. Be glad in Ieue, and rejoice, you straight-pathed! Shout for joy, all you who are upright in inner-guide!
Psalm 33
Rejoice in Ieue, you straight-pathed! Praise is fitting for the upright. Give thanks to Ieue with the lyre. Sing praises to him with the harp of ten strings. Sing to him a new song. Play skillfully with a shout of joy! For the word of Ieue is right. All his work is done in steadiness. He cares-for-the-gift-of straight-pathedness and justice. The land is full of the bent-neck of Ieue.
By Ieue’s word, the skies were made; all their army by the wind of his mouth. He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap. He lays watery deeps up in storehouses.
Let all the land flow-the-gut-before Ieue. Let all the inhabitants of the world stand in awe of him. For he spoke, and it was done. He directed, and it stood firm.
Ieue brings the counsel of the nations to nothing. He makes the thoughts of the peoples to be of no effect. The counsel of Ieue stands fast to the horizon, the thoughts of his inner-guide to all circles-of-men. Knelt-down-and-given-to is the nation whose Strongest-Yoked-Guide is Ieue, the people whom he has chosen for his own inheritance.
Ieue looks from the sky. He sees all the male-tent-continuers of men. From the place of his habitation he looks out on all the inhabitants of the land, he who fashions all of their inner-guides; and he considers all of their works.
There is no male-authority-that-guides-the-people delivered by the multitude of an army. A lited-up-in-head one is not delivered by great strength. A horse is a vain thing for safety, neither does he deliver any by his great power.
Behold, Ieue’s eye is on those who's gut-flows-before him, on those who hope in his bent-neck; to deliver their breathing-throat from an emptied-stomach, to keep them stomach-filled in famine.
Our breathing-throat has waited for Ieue. He is our help and our shield. For our inner-guide rejoices in him, because we have trusted in his separated name. Let your bent-neck be on us, Ieue, since we have hoped in you.
Psalm 34
By Duid; when he pretended to be insane before Abiymelek, who drove him away, and he departed.
I will kneel-to-give to Ieue at all times. His praise will always be in my mouth.
My breathing-throat shall boast in Ieue. The humble shall hear of it, and be glad.
Oh magnify Ieue with me. Let us exalt his name together.
I sought Ieue, and he answered me, and delivered me from all my inward-flowings.
They looked to him, and were radiant.
Their faces shall never be covered with shame.
This poor man cried, and Ieue heard him, and delivered him out of all his troubles.
The messenger of Ieue encamps around those who's gut-flows-before him, and delivers them.
Oh taste and see that Ieue is functional. Knelt-down-and-given-to is the man who takes refuge in him.
Oh flow-the-gut-before Ieue, you his separated-ones, for there is no lack with those who's gut-flows-before him.
The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger, but those who seek Ieue shall not lack any functional thing.
Come, you tent-builders, listen to me. I will teach you the gut-flowing-before Ieue.
Who is someone who desires a filled-stomach, and cares-for-the-gift-of many days, that he may see what is functional?
Keep your tongue from what is dysfunctional, and your lips from speaking empty things.
Depart from what is dysfunctional, and do what is functional. seek completeness, and pursue it.
Ieue’s eyes are toward the straight-pathed. His ears listen to their cry.
Ieue’s face is against those who do what is dysfunctional, to cut off their memory from the land.
The straight-pathed cry, and Ieue hears, and delivers them out of all their troubles.
Ieue is near to those who have a broken inner-guide, and saves those who have a crushed wind.
Many are the afflictions of the straight-pathed, but Ieue delivers him out of them all. He protects all of his bones. Not one of them is broken.
Dysfunction shall kill the wicked. Those who hate the straight-pathed shall be condemned. Ieue redeems the breathing-throat of his servants. None of those who take refuge in him shall be condemned.
Psalm 35
By Duid.
Contend, Ieue, with those who contend with me. Fight against those who fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler, and stand up for my help. Brandish the spear and block those who pursue me. Tell my breathing-throat, I am your deliverance.
Let those who seek after my breathing-throat be disappointed and brought to dishonor. Let those who plot my ruin be turned back and confounded. Let them be as chaff before the wind, Ieue’s messenger driving them on. Let their way be dark and slippery, Ieue’s messenger pursuing them. For without cause they have hidden their net in a pit for me. Without cause they have dug a pit for my breathing-throat. Let destruction come on him unawares. Let his net that he has hidden catch himself. Let him fall into that destruction.
My breathing-throat shall be joyful in Ieue. It shall rejoice in his deliverance. All my bones shall say, Ieue, who is like you, who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him; yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?
Path-deserters witnesses rise up. They ask me about things that I don’t know about. They reward me what is dysfunctional for what is functional, to the bereaving of my breathing-throat.
But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my breathing-throat with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom. I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my male-strong-protector. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his strong-womb.
But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn’t know it. They tore at me, and didn’t cease. Like the profane mockers in feasts, they gnashed their teeth at me. Strongest-Lifebringer, how long will you look on? Rescue my breathing-throat from their destruction, my precious filled-stomach from the lions.
I will give you thanks in the staunch called-out-assembly. I will praise you among many people. Don’t let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.
For they don’t speak completeness, but they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land. Yes, they opened their mouth wide against me. They said, Aha! Aha! Our eye has seen it! You have seen it, Ieue. Don’t keep silent. Strongest-Lifebringer, don’t be far from me.
Wake up! Rise up to defend me, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide! My Strongest-Lifebringer, contend for me! Vindicate me, Ieue my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, according to your straight-pathedness.
Don’t let them gloat over me. Don’t let them say in their inner-guide, Aha! Our breathing-throat is pleased! Don’t let them say, We have swallowed him up! Let them be disappointed and confounded together who rejoice at my calamity. Let them be clothed with shame and dishonor who magnify themselves against me.
Let them shout for joy and be glad, who favor my straight-pathed cause. Yes, let them say continually, Ieue be magnified, who has pleasure in the prosperity of his servant! My tongue shall talk about your straight-pathedness and about your praise all day long.
Psalm 36
For the Chief Musician. By Duid, the servant of Ieue.
An oracle is within my inner-guide about the disobedience of the wicked. There is no gut-flowing-before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide before his eyes. For he flatters himself in his own eyes, too much to detect and hate his missed-target. The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit. He has ceased to be wise and to do what is functional. He plots iniquity on his bed. He sets himself in a way that is not functional. He doesn’t abhor what is dysfunctional.
Your bent-neck, Ieue, is in the skies. Your steadiness reaches to the firmament. Your straight-pathedness is like the mountains of the Strong-Guide. Your judgments are like the watery deep. Ieue, you preserve man and animal. How precious is your mercy, Strongest-Yoked-Guide! The tent-builders of men take refuge under the shadow of your wings. They shall be abundantly satisfied with the abundance of your house. You will make them drink of the river of your pleasures. For with you is the spring of a filled-stomach. In your light shall we see light. Oh continue your mercy to those who know you, your straight-pathedness to the upright in inner-guide. Don’t let the foot of pride come against me. Don’t let the hand of the wicked drive me away. There the workers of iniquity are fallen. They are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise.
Psalm 37
By Duid.
Don’t fret because of evildoers, neither be envious against those who work path-desertedness. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.
Trust in Ieue, and do what is functional. Dwell in the land, and graze in steadiness. Also delight yourself in Ieue, and he will give you the desires of your inner-guide.
Commit your way to Ieue. Trust also in him, and he will do this. He will make your straight-pathedness go forth as the light, and your justice as the noon day sun.
Enter-into-the-tent in Ieue, and wait patiently for him. Don’t fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.
Cease from nose-flaring, and forsake wrath. Don’t fret, it leads only to evildoing. For evildoers shall be cut off, but those who wait for Ieue shall inherit the land.
For yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, though you look for his place, he isn’t there. But the humble shall inherit the land, and shall delight themselves in the abundance of completeness.
The wicked plots against the just, and gnashes at him with his teeth. The Strongest-Lifebringer will laugh at him, for he sees that his day is coming.
The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, to kill those who are upright in the way. Their sword shall enter into their own inner-guide. Their bows shall be broken.
Better is a little that the straight-pathed has, than the abundance of many wicked. For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, but Ieue upholds the straight-pathed.
Ieue knows the days of the perfect. Their inheritance shall be to the horizon. They shall not be disappointed in the time of dysfunction. In the days of famine they shall be satisfied.
But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Ieue shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish, vanish like smoke.
The wicked borrow, and don’t pay back, but the straight-pathed encamps and is giving. For such as are knelt-down-and-given-to by him shall inherit the land. Those who are cursed by him shall be cut off.
A man’s goings are established by Ieue. He delights in his way.
Though he stumble, he shall not fall, for Ieue holds him up with his hand.
I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the straight-pathed forsaken, nor his tent-builders begging for bread. All day long he encamps, and lends. His seed is knelt-down-and-given-to.
Depart from what is dysfunctional, and do what is functional. Fill-the-stomach securely to the horizon. For Ieue cares-for-the-gift-of justice, and doesn’t forsake his separated-ones. They are preserved to the horizon, but the tent-builders of the wicked shall be cut off. The straight-pathed shall inherit the land, and fill-the-stomach in it to the horizon.
The mouth of the straight-pathed talks of wisdom. His tongue speaks justice. The thrown-seed of his Strongest-Yoked-Guide is in his inner-guide. None of his steps shall slide.
The wicked watches the straight-pathed, and seeks to kill him. Ieue will not leave him in his hand, nor condemn him when he is judged.
Wait for Ieue, and keep his way, and he will exalt you to inherit the land. When the wicked are cut off, you shall see it.
I have seen the wicked in great power, spreading himself like a green tree in its native soil. But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.
Mark the perfect man, and see the upright, for there is a future for the man of completeness. As for transgressors, they shall be destroyed together. The future of the wicked shall be cut off.
But the deliverance of the straight-pathed is from Ieue. He is their stronghold in the time of trouble. Ieue helps them, and rescues them. He rescues them from the wicked, and saves them, Because they have taken refuge in him.
Psalm 38
A Psalm by Duid, for a memorial.
Ieue, don’t rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure. For your arrows have pierced me,
your hand presses hard on me.
There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation, neither is there any health in my bones because of my missed-targets. For my iniquities have gone over my head. As a weighty burden, they are too weighty for me.
My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, because of my foolishness. I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.
For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh. I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my inner-guide.
My Strongest-Lifebringer, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you. My inner-guide throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.
My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away. They also who seek after my breathing-throat lay snares. Those who seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and meditate deceits all day long.
But I, as a deaf man, don’t hear. I am as a mute man who doesn’t open his mouth. Yes, I am as a man who doesn’t hear, in whose mouth are no reproofs.
For in you, Ieue, do I hope. You will answer, Strongest-Lifebringer my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. For I said, Don’t let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips.
For I am ready to fall. My pain is continually before me. For I will declare my iniquity. I will be sorry for my missed-targets.
But my enemies are vigorous and many. Those who hate me without reason are numerous. They who also render what is dysfunctional for what is functional are adversaries to me, because I follow what is functional.
Don’t forsake me, Ieue. my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, don’t be far from me. Hurry to help me, Strongest-Lifebringer, my deliverance.
Psalm 39
For the Chief Musician. For Yeduthun. A Psalm by Duid.
I said, I will watch my ways, so that I don’t miss-the-target with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.
I was mute with silence. I held my completeness, even from what is functional. My sorrow was stirred. My inner-guide was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue.
Ieue, show me my end, what is the measure of my days. Let me know how frail I am. Behold, you have made my days handbreadths. My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a wind.
Weigh This.
Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn’t know who shall gather.
Now, Strongest-Lifebringer, what do I wait for? My hope is in you. Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don’t make me the reproach of the foolish. I was mute. I didn’t open my mouth, because you did it.
Remove your scourge away from me. I am overcome by the blow of your hand. When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a wind.
Weigh This.
Hear my prayer, Ieue, and give ear to my cry. Don’t be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my tent-supporters were. Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more.
Psalm 40
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
I waited patiently for Ieue. He turned to me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand. He has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Many shall see it, and flow-the-gut, and shall trust in Ieue.
Knelt-down-and-given-to is the man who makes Ieue his trust, and doesn’t respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to empty things.
Many, Ieue, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can’t be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.
Sacrifice and offering you didn’t desire. You have opened my ears. You have not required ascent offering and missed-target offering. Then I said, Behold, I have come. It is written about me in the mouth-support in the mouth-support. I delight to do your will, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Yes, your thrown-seed is within my bowels. I have proclaimed glad news of straight-pathedness in the great called-out-assembly. Behold, I will not seal my lips, Ieue, you know. I have not hidden your straight-pathedness within my inner-guide. I have declared your steadiness and your deliverance. I have not concealed your bent-neck and your firmness from the gathering of many.
Don’t withhold moving your bowels for me, Ieue. Let your bent-neck and your firmness continually preserve me. For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My inner-guide has failed me. Be pleased, Ieue, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, Ieue. Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my breathing-throat to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt. Let them be desolate by reason of their shame that tell me, Aha! Aha!
Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. Let such as care-for-the-gift-of your deliverance say continually, Let Ieue be exalted!
But I am poor and needy. May the Strongest-Lifebringer think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don’t delay, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Psalm 41
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
Knelt-down-and-given-to is he who considers the poor. Ieue will deliver him in the day of dysfunction. Ieue will preserve him, and guard his filled-stomach. He shall be knelt-down-and-given-to on the land, and he will not surrender him to the breathing-throat's desire of his enemies. Ieue will sustain him on his sickbed, and restore him from his bed of illness. I said, Ieue, encamp with me! Heal my breathing-throat, for I have missed-the-target against you.
My enemies speak what is dysfunctional against me. When will he empty-the-stomach, and his name perish? If he comes to see me, he speaks what-is-empty. His inner-guide gathers iniquity to itself. When he goes abroad, he tells it. All who hate me whisper together against me. They imagine the worst for me. A dysfunctional disease, they say, has afflicted him. Now that he lies he shall rise up no more. Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate bread with me, has lifted up his heel against me.
But you, Ieue, encamp with me, and raise me up, that I may repay them. By this I know that you delight in me, because my enemy doesn’t triumph over me. As for me, you uphold me in my integrity, and set me in your presence to the horizon.
Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Isharal, from horizon to horizon! It-is-firm and It-is-firm.
BOOK II
Psalm 42
For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach.
As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my breathing-throat pants after you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. My breathing-throat thirsts for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, for the stomach-filled Strong-Guide. When shall I come and appear before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide?
My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, Where is your Strongest-Yoked-Guide? These things I remember, and pour out my breathing-throat within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a separated day.
Why are you in despair, my breathing-throat? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide! For I shall still praise him for the delivering help of his presence. My Strongest-Yoked-Guide, my breathing-throat is in despair within me.
Therefore I remember you from the land of the Yarden, the heights of Chermon, from the hill Mitsar. Watery deep calls to watery deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me. Ieue will direct his mercy in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me; a prayer to the Strong-Guide of my filled-stomach. I will ask the Strong-Guide, my rock, Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, Where is your Strongest-Yoked-Guide?
Why are you in despair, my breathing-throat? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide! For I shall still praise him, the delivering help of my countenance, and my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Psalm 43
Vindicate me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and plead my cause against an irreverent nation. Oh, deliver me from deceitful and wicked men. For you are the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy? Oh, send out your light and your firmness. Let them lead me. Let them bring me to your separated hill, to your tents. Then I will go to the altar of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, to the Strong-Guide of my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Why are you in despair, my breathing-throat? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide! For I shall still praise him; my deliverer, my helper, and my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Psalm 44
For the Chief Musician. By the male-tent-continuers of Qorach. A contemplative psalm.
We have heard with our ears, Strongest-Yoked-Guide; our tent-supporters have told us, what work you did in their days, in the days of old. You drove out the nations with your hand, but you planted them. You afflicted the peoples, but you spread them abroad.
For they didn’t get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm deliver them; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them. You are my Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Command victories for Eoqub!
Through you, will we push down our adversaries. Through your name, will we tread them under who rise up against us. For I will not trust in my bow, neither shall my sword deliver me. But you have delivered us from our adversaries, and have shamed those who hate us. In the Strongest-Yoked-Guide we have made our boast all day long, we will give thanks to your name to the horizon.
Weigh This.
But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don’t go out with our armies. You make us turn back from the adversary. Those who hate us take spoil for themselves. You have made us like sheep for food, and have scattered us among the nations. You sell your people for nothing, and have gained nothing from their sale. You make us a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and a derision to those who are around us. You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.
All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face, At the taunt of one who reproaches and verbally abuses, because of the enemy and the avenger.
All this has come on us, yet have we not forgotten you, Neither have we been empty to your pieces-to-pass-through. Our inner-guide has not turned back. Neither have our steps strayed from your path, though you have crushed us in the haunt of jackals, and covered us with the shadow of an emptied-stomach. If we have forgotten the name of our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, or spread forth our hands to a strange strong-guide; won’t the Strongest-Yoked-Guide search this out? For he knows the secrets of the inner-guide. Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the massacre.
Wake up! Why do you sleep, Strongest-Lifebringer? Arise! Don’t reject us permanently. Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression? For our breathing-throat is bowed down to the dust. Our loins cling to the land. Rise up to help us. Redeem us for your mercy’ sake.
Psalm 45
For the Chief Musician. Set to The Lilies. A contemplation by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach. A song of ones cared for.
My inner-guide overflows with a noble theme. I recite my verses for the male-authority-that-guides-the-people. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.
You are the most excellent of the male-tent-continuers of men. Encampment has anointed your lips, therefore the Strongest-Yoked-Guide has kneeled-to-give to you to the horizon. Strap your sword on your thigh, high-headed one; your splendor and your majesty. In your majesty ride on victoriously on behalf of firmness, humility, and straight-pathedness. Let your right hand display awesome deeds. Your arrows are sharp. The nations fall under you, with arrows in the inner-guide of the male-authority-that-guides-the-people’s enemies. Your throne, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, is to the horizon and beyond. A scepter of equity is the scepter of your authority-to-guide-the-people. You have cared-for-the-gift-of straight-pathedness, and hated wickedness. Therefore the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, your Strongest-Yoked-Guide, has anointed you with the oil of gladness above your fellows. All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad. Female-Tent-Continuers of male-authorities-that-guide-the-people are among your honorable women. At your right hand the female-authority-that-guides-the-people stands in gold of Ophir.
Listen, female-tent-continuer, consider, and turn your ear. Forget your own people, and also your tent-supporter’s house. So the male-authority-that-guides-the-people will desire your beauty, flatten-yourself to him, for he is your strongest-lifebringer. The female-tent-continuer of Tsor comes with a bent-knee-present. The rich among the people entreat your favor.
The princess inside is all esteemed. Her clothing is interwoven with gold. She shall be led to the male-authority-that-guides-the-people in embroidered work. The virgins, her companions who follow her, shall be brought to you. With gladness and rejoicing they shall be led. They shall enter into the male-authority-that-guides-the-people’s palace. Your male-tent-continuers will take the place of your tent-supporters. You shall make them princes in all the land. I will make your name to be remembered in all circles-of-men. Therefore the peoples shall give you thanks to the horizon and beyond.
Psalm 46
For the Chief Musician. By the male-tent-continuers of Qorach. According to Alamoth.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble. Therefore we won’t be afraid, though the land changes, though the mountains are shaken into the inner-guide of the seas; though its waters roar and are troubled, though the mountains tremble with their swelling.
Weigh This.
There is a river, the streams of which make the city of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide glad, the separated place of the tents of the Supreme-One. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide is in her midst. She shall not be moved. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide will help her at dawn. The nations raged. The authorities-to-guide-the-people were moved. He lifted his voice, and the land melted. Ieue of Armies is with us. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub is our refuge.
Weigh This.
Come, cut-the-fence Ieue’s works, what desolations he has made in the land. He makes wars cease to the end of the land. He breaks the bow, and shatters the spear. He burns the chariots in the fire. Be still, and know that I am the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I will be exalted among the nations. I will be exalted in the land.
Ieue of Armies is with us. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub is our refuge.
Weigh This.
Psalm 47
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach.
Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide with the voice of triumph! For Ieue the Supreme-One is awesome. He is a great Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People over all the land. He subdues nations under us, and peoples under our feet. He chooses our inheritance for us, the esteem of Eoqub whom he cared-for-the-gift-of.
Weigh This.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide has gone up with a shout, Ieue with the sound of a trumpet. Sing praise to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, sing praises. Sing praises to our Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People, sing praises. For the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of all the land. Sing praises with understanding. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide reigns over the nations. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide sits on his separated throne. The princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Abarem. For the shields of the land belong to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. He is greatly exalted!
Psalm 48
A Song. A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach.
Great is Ieue, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in his separated mountain. Beautiful in elevation, the joy of the whole land, is Mount Tsiyon, on the north sides, the city of the great Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide has shown himself in her citadels as a refuge. For, behold, the male-authorities-that-guide-the-people assembled themselves, they passed by together. They saw it, then they were amazed. They were dismayed. They hurried away. Trembling took hold of them there, pain, as of a woman in travail. With the east wind, you break the boats of Tarshish. As we have heard, so we have seen, in the city of Ieue of Armies, in the city of our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide will establish it to the horizon.
Weigh This.
We have thought about your mercy, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in the midst of your temple. As is your name, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, so is your praise to the ends of the land. Your right hand is full of straight-pathedness. Let Mount Tsiyon be glad! Let the female-tent-continuers of Ieude rejoice, because of your judgments.
Walk about Tsiyon, and go around her. Number its towers. Mark well her bulwarks. Consider her palaces, that you may tell it to the next circle-of-men. For this Strongest-Yoked-Guide is our Strongest-Yoked-Guide to the horizons. He will be our guide even to an emptied-stomach.
Psalm 49
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach.
Hear this, all you peoples. Give ear, all you dwelling in the inhabitable world, both low and high, rich and poor together. My mouth will speak words of wisdom. My inner-guide shall utter understanding. I will incline my ear to a proverb. I will open my riddle on the harp.
Why should I flow-the-gut in the days of dysfunction, when iniquity at my heels surrounds me? Those who trust in their wealth, and boast in the multitude of their riches. None of them can by any means redeem his male-strong-protector, nor give the Strongest-Yoked-Guide a ransom for him. For the redemption of their breathing-throat is costly, no payment is ever enough, that he should fill-the-stomach permanently, that he should not see corruption. For he sees that wise men empty-the-stomach; likewise the fool and the senseless perish, and leave their wealth to others. Their inward thought is that their houses will endure to the horizon, and their dwelling places to all circles-of-men. They name their lands after themselves. But man, despite his riches, doesn’t endure. He is like the animals that perish. This is the destiny of those who are foolish, and of those who approve their sayings.
Weigh This.
They are appointed as a flock for the unseen-realm. An emptied-stomach shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in the unseen-realm, far from their mansion. But the Strongest-Yoked-Guide will redeem my breathing-throat from the power of the unseen-realm, for he will receive me.
Weigh This.
Don’t be afraid when a man is made rich, when the weightiness of his house is increased. For when he empties-the-stomach he shall carry nothing away. His weightiness shall not descend after him. Though while he filled-the-stomach he kneeled-to-give to his breathing-throat, and men praise you when you do well for yourself, he shall go to the circle-of-men of his tent-supporters. They shall never see the light. A man who has riches without understanding, is like the animals that perish.
Psalm 50
A Psalm by Asaph.
The Strong-Guide, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, Ieue, speaks, and calls the land from sunrise to sunset. Out of Tsiyon, the perfection of beauty, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide shines forth. Our Strongest-Yoked-Guide comes, and does not keep silent. A fire devours before him. It is very stormy around him. He calls to the skies above, to the land, that he may judge his people.
Gather my separated-ones together to me, those who have cut the pieces-to-pass-through with me by slaughter.
The skies shall declare his straight-pathedness, for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide himself is judge.
Weigh This.
Hear, my people, and I will speak; Isharal, and I will testify against you. I am the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, your Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I don’t rebuke you for your slaughters. Your ascent offerings are continually before me. I have no need for a bull from your stall, nor male goats from your pens. For every animal of the forest is mine, And a thousand domestic beasts on my mountains. I know all the flyers of the mountains. The wild animals of the field are mine. If I were hungry, I would not tell you, for the inhabitable world is mine, and all that is in it. Will I eat the flesh of bulls, or drink the blood of goats? Offer to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide the slaughter of thanksgiving. Pay your vows to the Supreme-One. Call on me in the day of trouble. I will deliver you, and you will give-weight to me.
But to the wicked the Strongest-Yoked-Guide says, What right do you have to declare my statutes, that you have taken my pieces-to-pass-through on your lips, since you hate instruction, and throw my words behind you? When you saw a thief, you consented with him, and have participated with adulterers. You give your mouth to what is dysfunctional. Your tongue frames deceit. You sit and speak against your male-strong-protector. You slander your own strong-womb’s male-tent-continuer. You have done these things, and I kept silent. You thought that I was just like you. I will rebuke you, and accuse you in front of your eyes. Now consider this, you who forget the Strong-Yoked-Guide, lest I tear you into pieces, and there be none to deliver.
Whoever offers the slaughter of thanksgiving gives-weight to me, and prepares his way so that I will show the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s deliverance to him.
Psalm 51
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.
Encamp with me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, according to your bent-neck. According to the multitude of your moving-bowels, blot out my transgressions. Wash me thoroughly from my iniquity. Cleanse me from my missed-targets. For I know my transgressions. My missed-targets are constantly before me.
Against you, and you only, have I missed-the-target, and done that which is dysfunctional in your sight; that you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.
Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity. In a condition of missed-targets my strong-womb conceived me. Behold, you desire firmness in the inward parts. You teach me wisdom in the inmost place.
Purify me with hyssop, and I will be clean. Wash me, and I will be whiter than snow. Let me hear joy and gladness, that the bones which you have broken may rejoice. Hide your face from my missed-targets, and blot out all of my iniquities. Fatten in me a clean inner-guide, O Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Renew a right wind within me. Don’t throw me from your presence, and don’t take your separated wind from me. Restore to me the joy of your deliverance. Uphold me with a willing wind. Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners shall be converted to you.
Deliver me from bloodguiltiness, O Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my deliverance. My tongue shall sing aloud of your straight-pathedness. Strongest-Lifebringer, open my lips. My mouth shall declare your praise.
For you don’t delight in slaughter, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in ascent offering. The slaughters of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide are a broken wind. A broken and contrite inner-guide, O Strongest-Yoked-Guide, you will not despise.
Do well in your functional pleasure to Tsiyon. Build the walls of Yerusalem. Then you will delight in the slaughters of straight-pathedness, in ascent offerings and in whole ascent offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar.
Psalm 52
For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by Duid, when Doeg the Edomiy came and told Shaul, Duid has come to
Abiymelek’s house.
Why do you boast of mischief, high-headed man? The Strong-Guide’s mercy endures continually. Your tongue plots destruction,
like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.
You care-for-the-gift-of what is dysfunctional more than what is functional, lying rather than speaking the firmness.
Weigh This.
You care-for-the-gift-of all devouring words, you deceitful tongue.
The Strong-Guide will likewise destroy you permanently. He will take you up, and pluck you out of your tent, and root you out of the land of the filled-stomachs.
Weigh This.
The straight-pathed also will see it, and flow-the-gut, and laugh at him, saying, Behold, this is the man who didn’t make the Strongest-Yoked-Guide his strength, but trusted in the abundance of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness.
But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s house. I trust in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s mercy to the horizon and beyond.
I will give you thanks to the horizon, because you have done it. I will hope in your name, for it is functional, in the presence of your separated-ones.
Psalm 53
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Mahalath. A contemplation by Duid.
The fool has said in his inner-guide, There is no Strongest-Yoked-Guide. They are corrupt, and have done abominable iniquity. There is no one who does what is functional.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide looks down from the sky on the tent-builders of men, to see if there are any who understood, who seek after the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Every one of them has gone back. They have become filthy together. There is no one who does what is functional, no, not one.
Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don’t call on the Strongest-Yoked-Guide? There they were in great gut-flowing, where no gut-flowing was, for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide has scattered the bones of him who encamps against you. You have put them to shame, because the Strongest-Yoked-Guide has rejected them.
Oh that the deliverance of Isharal would come out of Tsiyon! When the Strongest-Yoked-Guide brings back his people from captivity, then Eoqub shall rejoice, and Isharal shall be glad.
Psalm 54
For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by Duid, when the Ziyphiy came and said to Shaul,
Isn’t Duid hiding himself among us?
Deliver me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, by your name. Vindicate me in your might. Hear my prayer, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Give ear to the words of my mouth. For strangers have risen up against me. Violent men have sought after my breathing-throat. They haven’t set the Strongest-Yoked-Guide before them.
Weigh This.
Behold, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is my helper. The Strongest-Lifebringer is the one who sustains my breathing-throat. He will repay that which is dysfunctional to my enemies. Destroy them in your firmness. With a free will offering, I will slaughter to you. I will give thanks to your name, Ieue, for it is functional. For he has delivered me out of all trouble. My eye has seen triumph over my enemies.
Psalm 55
For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by Duid.
Give ear to my prayer, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Don’t hide yourself from my supplication. Attend to me, and answer me.
I am restless in my complaint, and moan, Because of the voice of the enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked. For they bring suffering on me. In nose-flaring they hold a grudge against me. My inner-guide is severely pained within me. The terrors of an emptied-stomach have fallen on me. Gut-Flowing and trembling have come on me. Horror has overwhelmed me.
I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at entry-into-the-tent. Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness.
Weigh This.
I would hurry to a removal from the stormy wind and storm.
Confuse them, Strongest-Lifebringer, and confound their language, for I have seen violence and strife in the city. Day and night they prowl around on its walls. Malice and abuse are also within her. Destructive forces are within her. Threats and empty things don’t depart from her streets.
For it was not an enemy who insulted me, then I could have endured it. Neither was it he who hated me who raised himself up against me, then I would have hidden myself from him. But it was you, a man like me, my companion, and my familiar friend.
We took sweet fellowship together. We walked in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s house with company.
Let an emptied-stomach come suddenly on them. Let them go down stomach-filled into the unseen-realm. For wickedness is in their dwelling, in their midst.
As for me, I will call on the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Ieue will deliver me. Evening, morning, and at noon, I will cry out in distress. He will hear my voice. He has redeemed my breathing-throat in completeness from the battle that was against me, although there are many who oppose me. The Strong-Guide, who is enthroned before the horizons, will hear, and answer them.
Weigh This.
They never change, who don’t flow-the-gut-before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. He raises his hands against his friends. He has violated his pieces-to-pass-through. His mouth was smooth as butter, but his inner-guide was war. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
Cast your burden on Ieue, and he will sustain you. He will never allow the straight-pathed to be moved.
But you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not fill-the-stomach out half their days, but I will trust in you.
Psalm 56
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Silent Dove in Distant Lands. A poem by Duid, when the Palashtim seized him in Gath.
Encamp with me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me. My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.
When I am afraid, I will put my trust in you. In the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I praise his word. In the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I put my trust. I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me? All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for what is dysfunctional. They conspire and lurk, watching my steps, they are eager to take my breathing-throat. Shall they escape by iniquity? In nose-flaring cast down the peoples, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren’t they in your mouth-support? Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this, that the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is for me. In the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I will praise his word.
In Ieue, I will praise his word. I have put my trust in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?
Your vows are on me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I will give thank offerings to you. For you have delivered my breathing-throat from an emptied-stomach, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide in the light of the filled-stomachs.
Psalm 57
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Do Not Destroy. A poem by Duid, when he fled from Shaul, in the cave.
Encamp with me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, encamp with me, for my breathing-throat takes refuge in you. Yes, in the shadow of your wings, I will take refuge, until disaster has passed. I cry out to the Supreme Strongest-Yoked-Guide, to the Strong-Guide who accomplishes my requests for me.
He will send from the sky, and deliver me, he rebukes the one who is pursuing me.
Weigh This.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide will send out his mercy and his firmness.
My breathing-throat is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the male-tent-continuers of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.
Be exalted, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, above the skies! Let your weightiness be above all the land!
They have prepared a net for my steps. My breathing-throat is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into its midst themselves.
Weigh This.
My inner-guide is steadfast, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, my inner-guide is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises. Wake up, my weightiness! Wake up, psaltery and harp! I will wake up the dawn.
I will give thanks to you, Strongest-Lifebringer, among the peoples. I will sing praises to you among the nations. For your great mercy reaches to the skies, and your firmness to the firmament.
Be exalted, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, above the skies. Let your weightiness be over all the land.
Psalm 58
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Do Not Destroy. A poem by Duid.
Do you indeed speak straight-pathedness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you male-tent-continuers of men? No, in your inner-guide you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the land.
The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward from the loins, speaking empty things. Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like a deaf cobra that stops its ear, which doesn’t listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.
Strongest-Yoked-Guide, break the teeth in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Ieue. Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt. Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn tent-builder, who has not cut-the-fence blocking the sun. Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.
The straight-pathed shall rejoice when he cuts-the-fence of the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked; so that men shall say, Most certainly there is a reward for the straight-pathed. Most certainly there is a Strongest-Yoked-Guide who judges the land.
Psalm 59
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Do Not Destroy. A poem by Duid, when Shaul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.
Deliver me from my enemies, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Set me on high from those who rise up against me. Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Deliver me from the bloodthirsty men. For, behold, they lie in wait for my breathing-throat. The strong gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my missed-targets, Ieue. I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me! You, Ieue the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Isharal, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Do not encamp with the wicked traitors.
Weigh This.
They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city. Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, For, they say, who hears us? But you, Ieue, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.
Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is my high tower. my Strongest-Yoked-Guide will go before me with his mercy. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide will let me look at my enemies in triumph.
Don’t kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Strongest-Lifebringer our shield. For the missed-targets of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and empty things which they utter. Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that the Strongest-Yoked-Guide rules in Eoqub, to the ends of the land.
Weigh This.
At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city. They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren’t satisfied.
But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your mercy in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress. To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is my high tower, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my mercy.
Psalm 60
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of The Lily of the Covenant. A teaching poem by Duid, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Yoab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.
Strongest-Yoked-Guide, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been nose-flared. Restore us, again. You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes. You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.
You have given a banner to those who's gut-flows-before you, that it may be displayed because of the firmness.
Weigh This.
So that the one you care for may be delivered, deliver with your right hand, and answer us.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide has spoken from his sanctuary. I will triumph. I will divide Shekem, and measure out the valley of Sukkoth. Gilad is mine, and Menashsheh is mine. Ephrayim also is the defense of my head. Ieude is my scepter. Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my shoe on Edom. I shout in triumph over Pelesheth.
Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom? Haven’t you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, rejected us? You don’t go out with our armies, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain. Through the Strongest-Yoked-Guide we shall do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries.
Psalm 61
For the Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By Duid.
Hear my cry, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Listen to my prayer. From the end of the land, I will call to you, when my inner-guide is overwhelmed. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been a refuge for me, a strong tower from the enemy. I will dwell in your tent to the horizons. I will take refuge in the concealment of your wings.
Weigh This.
For you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, have heard my vows. You have given me the heritage of those who's gut-flows-before your name.
You will prolong the male-authority-that-guides-the-people’s filled-stomach; his years shall be for circles-of-men. He shall be enthroned in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s presence to the horizon. Appoint bent-neck and firmness, that they may preserve him. So I will sing praise to your name for the future, that I may fulfill my vows daily.
Psalm 62
For the Chief Musician. To Yeduthun. A Psalm by Duid.
My breathing-throat enters-into-the-tent in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide alone. My deliverance is from him. He alone is my rock and my deliverance, my fortress. I will never be greatly shaken.
How long will you assault a man, would all of you throw him down, like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?
They fully intend to throw him down from his lofty place. They delight in empty things. They kneel-to-give with their mouth, but they curse inwardly.
Weigh This.
My breathing-throat, wait in silence for the Strongest-Yoked-Guide alone, for my expectation is from him. He alone is my rock and my deliverance, my fortress. I will not be shaken.
With the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is my deliverance and my weightiness. The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Trust in him at all times, you people. Pour out your inner-guide before him. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide is a refuge for us.
Weigh This.
Surely men of low degree are just a wind, and men of high degree are an emptyness. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a wind. Don’t trust in oppression. Don’t become vain in robbery. If riches increase, don’t set your inner-guide on them.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide has spoken once; twice I have heard this, that power belongs to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Also to you, Strongest-Lifebringer, belongs mercy, for you reward every man according to his work.
Psalm 63
A Psalm by Duid, when he was in the desert of Ieude.
Mightiest one, you are my Strong-Guide. I will earnestly seek you. My breathing-throat thirsts for you. My flesh longs for you, in a dry and weary land, where there is no water. So I have cut-the-fence blocking you in the sanctuary, watching your power and your weightiness. Because your mercy is better than a filled-stomach, my lips shall praise you. So I will kneel-to-give to you while I fill-the-stomach. I will lift up my hands in your name. My breathing-throat shall be satisfied as with the richest food. My mouth shall praise you with joyful lips, when I remember you on my bed, and think about you in the night watches.
For you have been my help. I will rejoice in the shadow of your wings. My breathing-throat stays close to you. Your right hand holds me up.
But those who seek my breathing-throat, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the land. They shall be given over to the power of the sword. They shall be jackal food.
But the male-authority-that-guides-the-people shall rejoice in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Everyone who swears by him will praise him, for the mouth of those who speak empty things shall be silenced.
Psalm 64
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.
Hear my voice, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in my complaint. Preserve my filled-stomach from gut-flowing-before the enemy. Hide me from the conspiracy of the wicked, from the noisy crowd of the ones doing what is dysfunctional; who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words, to shoot innocent men from ambushes. They shoot at him suddenly and without-inwardly-flowing. They encourage themselves in dysfunctional plans. They talk about laying snares secretly. They say, Who will see them? They plot injustice, saying, We have made a perfect plan! Surely man’s mind and inner-guide are cunning.
But the Strongest-Yoked-Guide will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow. Their own tongues shall ruin them. All who see them will shake their heads. All mankind shall be afraid. They shall declare the work of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and shall wisely ponder what he has done. The straight-pathed shall be glad in Ieue, and shall take refuge in him. All the upright in inner-guide shall praise him!
Psalm 65
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid. A song.
Praise waits for you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in Tsiyon. To you shall vows be performed. You who hear prayer, to you all men will come. Missing-the-target overwhelmed me, but you shall make a shelter for our transgressions.
Knelt-down-and-given-to is one whom you choose, and cause to come near, that he may fill-the-stomach in your courts. We will be filled with the functionality of your house, your separated temple. By awesome deeds of straight-pathedness, you answer us, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of our deliverance. You who are the hope of all the ends of the land, of those who are far away on the sea; who by his power forms the mountains, having armed yourself with strength; who stills the roaring of the seas, the roaring of their waves, and the turmoil of the nations. They also who dwell in faraway places are afraid at your wonders. You call the morning’s dawn and the evening with songs of joy.
You visit the land, and water it. You greatly enrich it. The river of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is full of water. You provide them grain, for so you have ordained it. You drench its furrows. You level its ridges. You soften it with showers. You kneel-to-give to it with a crop. You crown the year with your bounty. Your circular paths overflow with abundance. The wilderness grasslands overflow. The hills are clothed with gladness. The pastures are covered with flocks. The valleys also are clothed with grain. They shout for joy! They also sing.
Psalm 66
For the Chief Musician. A song. A Psalm.
Make a joyful shout to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, all the land! Sing to the weightiness of his name! Offer weightiness and praise! Tell the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, How awesome are your deeds! Through the greatness of your power, your enemies submit themselves to you. All the land will flatten-themselves to you, and will sing to you. They will sing to your name.
Weigh This.
Come, and see the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s deeds; his awesome work on behalf of the tent-builders of men. He turned the sea into a dry-area. They went through the river on foot. There, we rejoiced in him. He rules by his might to the horizon. His eyes watch the nations. Don’t let the rebellious rise up against him.
Weigh This.
Praise our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, you peoples! Make the sound of his praise heard, who preserves our breathing-throat among the filled-stomachs, and doesn’t allow our feet to be moved.
For you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, have tested us. You have refined us, as silver is refined. You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs. You allowed men to ride over our heads. We went through fire and through water, but you brought us to the place of abundance.
I will come into your temple with ascent offerings. I will pay my vows to you, which my lips promised, and my mouth spoke, when I was in distress. I will offer to you ascent offerings of fat animals, with the offering of rams, I will offer bulls with goats.
Weigh This.
Come, and hear, all you who's gut-flows-before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I will declare what he has done for my breathing-throat. I cried to him with my mouth. He was extolled with my tongue. If I cherished missed-targets in my inner-guide, the Strongest-Lifebringer wouldn’t have listened. But most certainly, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide has listened. He has heard the voice of my prayer. Knelt-down-and-given-to be the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, who has not turned away my prayer, nor his mercy from me.
Psalm 67
For the Chief Musician. With stringed instruments. A Psalm. A song.
May the Strongest-Yoked-Guide encamp with us, kneel-to-give to us, and cause his face to shine on us.
Weigh This.
That your way may be known on land, and your deliverance among all nations.
Let the peoples praise you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Let all the peoples praise you. Oh let the nations be glad and sing for joy, for you will judge the peoples with equity, and govern the nations on land.
Weigh This.
Let the peoples praise you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Let all the peoples praise you. The land has yielded its increase. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide, even our own Strongest-Yoked-Guide, will kneel-to-give to us. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide will kneel-to-give to us. All the ends of the land shall flow-the-gut-before him.
Psalm 68
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid. A song.
Let the Strongest-Yoked-Guide arise! Let his enemies be scattered! Let them who hate him also flee before him. As smoke is driven away, so drive them away. As wax melts before the fire, so let the wicked perish at the presence of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. But let the straight-pathed be glad. Let them rejoice before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Yes, let them rejoice with gladness.
Sing to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide! Sing praises to his name! Extol him who rides on the clouds: to Ie, his name! Rejoice before him!
A tent-supporter of the fatherless, and a defender of the widows, is the Strongest-Yoked-Guide in his separated habitation. The Strongest-Yoked-Guide sets the lonely in families. He brings out the prisoners with singing, but the rebellious dwell in a sun-scorched land.
Strongest-Yoked-Guide, when you went forth before your people, when you marched through the wilderness,
Weigh This.
The land trembled. The sky also poured down rain at the presence of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Siynay at the presence of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Isharal. You, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, sent a plentiful rain. You confirmed your inheritance, when it was weary. Your gathering filled-the-stomach therein. You, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, prepared your functionality for the poor.
The Strongest-Lifebringer announced the word. The ones who proclaim it are a great company. Male-Authorities-That-Guide-The-People of armies flee! They flee! She who waits at home divides the spoil, while you sleep among the campfires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold. When the Strong-Breasted-One scattered male-authorities-that-guide-the-people in her, it snowed on Tsalmon.
The mountain of Bashan is the mountain of Elohim. The mountain of Bashan is lofty. Why do you look in envy, you lofty mountains, at the mountain where the Strongest-Yoked-Guide chooses to reign? Yes, Ieue will dwell there permanently.
The chariots of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide are tens of thousands and thousands of thousands. The Strongest-Lifebringer is among them, from Siynay, into the sanctuary. You have ascended on high. You have led away captives. You have received bent-knee-presents among men, yes, among the rebellious also, that Ie the Strongest-Yoked-Guide might dwell there.
Knelt-down-and-given-to be the Strongest-Lifebringer, who daily bears our burdens, even the Strong-Guide who is our deliverance.
Weigh This.
The Strong-Guide is to us a Strong-Guide of deliverance. To Ieue, the Strongest-Lifebringer, belongs escape from an emptied-stomach. But the Strongest-Yoked-Guide will strike through the head of his enemies, the hairy scalp of such a one as still continues in his guiltiness. The Strongest-Lifebringer said, I will bring you again from Bashan, I will bring you again from the depths of the sea; that you may crush them, dipping your foot in blood, that the tongues of your dogs may have their portion from your enemies.
They have seen your processions, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, even the processions of my Strong-Guide, my Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People, into the sanctuary. The singers went before, the minstrels followed after, in the midst of the ladies playing with tambourines. kneel-to-give to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide in the called-out-assemblies, even the Strongest-Lifebringer in the springs of Isharal! There is little Binyamiyn, their ruler, the princes of Ieude, their council, the princes of Zebulun, and the princes of Naphtaliy.
Your Strongest-Yoked-Guide has directed your strength. Strengthen, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, that which you have done for us. Because of your temple at Yerusalem, male-authorities-that-guide-the-people shall bring presents to you. Rebuke the wild animal of the reeds, the multitude of the bulls, with the calves of the peoples. Being humbled, may it bring bars of silver. Scatter the nations that delight in war. Princes shall come out of Matsrim. Kush shall hurry to stretch out her hands to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Sing to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, you authorities-to-guide-the-people of the land! Sing praises to the Strongest-Lifebringer!
Weigh This.
To him who rides on the sky of skies, which are of old; behold, he utters his voice, a voice of strength. Ascribe strength to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide! His excellency is over Isharal, his strength is in the firmament.
You are awesome, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in your sanctuaries. the Strong-Guide of Isharal gives strength and power to his people. Praise be to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide!
Psalm 69
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Lilies. By Duid.
Deliver me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, for the waters have come up to my breathing-throat! I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me. I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Those who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head. Those who want to cut me off, being my enemies wrongfully, are plentiful. I have to restore what I didn’t take away.
Mightiest one, you know my foolishness. My missed-targets aren’t hidden from you. Don’t let those who wait for you be shamed through me, Strongest-Lifebringer Ieue of Armies. Don’t let those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Isharal.
Because for your sake, I have borne reproach. Shame has covered my face. I have become a stranger to my male-strong-protectors, an alien to my strong-womb’s tent-builders. For the zeal of your house consumes me. The reproaches of those who reproach you have fallen on me. When I wept by the fasting of my breathing-throat, that was to my reproach. When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them. Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.
But as for me, my prayer is to you, Ieue, in an acceptable time. Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in the abundance of your bent-neck, answer me in the firmness of your deliverance. Deliver me out of the mire, and don’t let me sink. Let me be delivered from those who hate me, and out of the deep waters. Don’t let the flood waters overwhelm me, neither let the deep swallow me up. Don’t let the pit shut its mouth on me.
Answer me, Ieue, for your bent-neck is functional. According to the multitude of your moving-bowels, turn to me. Don’t hide your face from your servant, for I am in distress. Answer me speedily! Draw near to my breathing-throat, and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.
You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you. Reproach has broken my inner-guide, and I am feeling my mortality. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none. They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink. Let their table before them become a snare. May it become a retribution and a trap. Let their eyes be darkened, so that they can’t see. Let their backs be continually bent. Pour out your indignation on them. Let the fierceness of your nose-flaring overtake them. Let their habitation be desolate. Let no one dwell in their tents. For they persecute him whom you have wounded. They tell of the sorrow of those whom you have hurt. Charge them with crime upon crime. Don’t let them come into your straight-pathedness. Let them be blotted out of the mouth-support of the filled-stomach, and not be written with the straight-pathed.
But I am in pain and distress. Let your deliverance, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, protect me. I will praise the name of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide with a song, and will magnify him with thanksgiving.
It will please Ieue better than an ox, or a bull that has horns and hoofs. The humble have seen it, and are glad. You who seek after the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, let your inner-guide fill-the-stomach. For Ieue hears the needy, and doesn’t despise his captive people.
Let the sky and the land praise him; the seas, and everything that moves therein! For the Strongest-Yoked-Guide will deliver Tsiyon, and build the cities of Ieude. They shall settle there, and own it. The tent-builders also of his servants shall inherit it. Those who care-for-the-gift-of his name shall dwell therein.
Psalm 70
For the Chief Musician. By Duid. A reminder.
Hurry, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, to deliver me. Come quickly to help me, Ieue.
Let them be disappointed and confounded who seek my breathing-throat. Let those who desire my ruin be turned back in disfavor. Let them be turned because of their shame who say, Aha! Aha!
Let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you. Let those who care-for-the-gift-of your deliverance continually say, Let the Strongest-Yoked-Guide be exalted!
But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. You are my help and my deliverer. Ieue, don’t delay.
Psalm 71
In you, Ieue, I take refuge. Never let me be disappointed. Deliver me in your straight-pathedness, and rescue me. Turn your ear to me, and deliver me.
Be to me a rock of refuge to which I may always go. Give the directive to deliver me, for you are my rock and my fortress.
Rescue me, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, from the hand of the wicked, from the hand of the path-deserters and cruel man. For you are my hope, Strongest-Lifebringer Ieue; my confidence from my youth. I have relied on you from the loins. You are he who took me out of my strong-womb’s bowels. I will always praise you.
I am a marvel to many, but you are my strong refuge. My mouth shall be filled with your praise, with your honor all the day.
Don’t reject me in my old age. Don’t forsake me when my strength fails. For my enemies talk about me. Those who watch for my breathing-throat conspire together, saying, The Strongest-Yoked-Guide has forsaken him. Pursue and take him, for no one will rescue him. Mightiest one, don’t be far from me. My Strongest-Yoked-Guide, hurry to help me. Let the accusers of my breathing-throat be disappointed and consumed. Let them be covered with disfavor and scorn who want to harm me.
But I will always hope, and will add to all of your praise. My mouth will tell about your straight-pathedness, and of your deliverance all day, though I don’t know its full measure. I will come with the skillful acts of the Strongest-Lifebringer Ieue. I will make mention of your straight-pathedness, even of yours alone. Mightiest one, you have taught me from my youth. Until now, I have declared your wondrous works.
Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, don’t forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next circle-of-men, your might to everyone who is to come. Your straight-pathedness also, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, reaches to the skies; you have done great things. Strongest-Yoked-Guide, who is like you? You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, you will let me fill-the-stomach. You will bring us up again from the watery deeps of the land. Increase my honor, and comfort me again.
I will also praise you with the harp for your firmness, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I sing praises to you with the lyre, Separated One of Isharal. My lips shall shout for joy! My breathing-throat, which you have redeemed, sings praises to you! My tongue will also talk about your straight-pathedness all day long, for they are disappointed, and they are confounded, who want to harm me.
Psalm 72
By Shalimun.
Mightiest one, give the male-authority-that-guides-the-people your justice; your straight-pathedness to the royal male-tent-continuer. He will judge your people with straight-pathedness, and your poor with justice. The mountains shall bring prosperity to the people. The hills bring the fruit of straight-pathedness. He will judge the poor of the people. He will deliver the tent-builders of the needy, and will break the oppressor in pieces.
They shall flow-the-gut-before you while the sun endures; and as long as the moon, throughout all circles-of-men. He will come down like rain on the mown grass, as showers that water the land. In his days, the straight-pathed shall flourish, and abundance of completeness, until the moon is no more. He shall have dominion also from sea to sea, from the River to the ends of the land. Those who dwell in the wilderness shall bow-down before him. His enemies shall lick the dust.
The male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of Tarshish and of the islands will bring tribute. The male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of Shaba and Saba shall offer bent-knee-presents. Yes, all male-authorities-that-guide-the-people shall flatten-themselves to him. All nations shall serve him.
For he will deliver the needy when he cries; the poor, who has no helper. He will have pity on the poor and needy. He will deliver the breathing-throats of the needy. He will redeem their breathing-throat from oppression and violence. Their blood will be precious in his sight.
They shall fill-the-stomach, and to him shall be given of the gold of Shaba. Men shall pray for him continually. They shall kneel-to-give to him all day long. Abundance of grain shall be throughout the land. Its fruit sways like Lebanon. Let it flourish, thriving like the grass of the field. His name endures to the horizon. His name continues as long as the sun. Men shall be knelt-down-and-given-to by him. All nations will call him knelt-down-and-given-to.
Praise be to Ieue the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Isharal, who alone does marvelous deeds. Knelt-down-and-given-to be his weighty name to the horizon! Let the whole land be filled with his weightiness! It-is-firm and It-is-firm.
This ends the prayers by Duid, the male-tent-continuer of Aishi.
BOOK III
Psalm 73
A Psalm by Asaph.
Surely the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is functional to Isharal, to those who are pure in inner-guide. But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped. For I was envious of the arrogant, when I saw the prosperity of the wicked. For there are no struggles in their emptied-stomach, but their strength is firm. They are free from burdens of men, neither are they plagued like other men.
Therefore pride is like a chain around their neck. Violence covers them like a garment. Their eyes bulge with fat. Their minds pass the limits of conceit. They scoff and speak with malice. In arrogance, they threaten oppression. They have set their mouth in the skies. Their tongue walks through the land.
Therefore their people return to them, and they drink up waters of abundance. They say, How does the Strong-Guide know? Is there knowledge in the Supreme-One?
Behold, these are the wicked. Being always at ease, they increase in riches. Surely in vain I have cleansed my inner-guide, and washed my hands in innocence, For all day long have I been plagued, and punished every morning.
If I had said, I will speak like them; behold, I would have betrayed the circle-of-men of your tent-builders. When I tried to understand this, it was too painful for me; until I entered the Strong-Guide’s sanctuary, and considered their latter end. Surely you set them in slippery places. You throw them down to destruction.
How they are suddenly destroyed! They are completely swept away with terrors. As a dream when one wakes up, so, Strongest-Lifebringer, when you awake, you will despise their fantasies. For my breathing-throat was grieved.
I was embittered in my inner-guide. I was so senseless and ignorant. I was a brute beast before you.
Nevertheless, I am continually with you. You have held my right hand. You will guide me with your counsel, and afterward receive me to weightiness.
Whom do I have in the sky? There is no one on land whom I desire besides you. My flesh and my inner-guide fails, but the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is the strength of my inner-guide and my portion to the horizon.
For, behold, those who are far from you shall perish. You have destroyed all those who are unfaithful to you. But it is functional for me to come close to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. I have made the Strongest-Lifebringer Ieue my refuge, that I may tell of all your works.
Psalm 74
A contemplation by Asaph.
Mightiest one, why have you rejected us permanently? Why does your nose-flaring smolder against the sheep of your pasture? Remember your gathering, which you purchased of old, which you have redeemed to be the tribe of your inheritance; Mount Tsiyon, in which you have filled-the-stomach. Lift up your feet to the perpetual ruins, all the dysfunctional things that the enemy has done in the sanctuary.
Your adversaries have roared in the midst of your feast. They have set up their standards as signs. They behaved like men wielding axes, cutting through a thicket of trees. Now they break all its carved work down with hatchet and hammers. They have burned your sanctuary to the ground. They have profaned the dwelling place of your Name. They said in their inner-guide, We will crush them completely. They have burned up all the places in the land where the Strong-Guide was worshiped.
We see no miraculous signs. There is no longer any prophet, neither is there among us anyone who knows how long. How long, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, shall the adversary reproach? Shall the enemy blaspheme your name permanently? Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!
Yet the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is my Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People of old, working deliverance in the midst of the land. You divided the sea by your strength. You broke the heads of the sea monsters in the waters. You broke the heads of Leviathan in pieces. You gave him as food to people and desert creatures. You opened up spring and stream. You dried up perenniel rivers. The day is yours, the night is also yours. You have prepared the light and the sun. You have set all the boundaries of the land. You have made summer and winter.
Remember this, that the enemy has mocked you, Ieue. Foolish people have blasphemed your name. Don’t deliver the breathing-throat of your dove to wild beasts. Don’t forget the filled-stomach of your poor permanently.
Honor your pieces-to-pass-through, for haunts of violence fill the dark places of the land. Don’t let the oppressed return ashamed. Let the poor and needy praise your name.
Arise, Strongest-Yoked-Guide! Plead your own cause. Remember how the foolish man mocks you all day. Don’t forget the voice of your adversaries. The tumult of those who rise up against you ascends continually.
Psalm 75
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of Do Not Destroy. A Psalm by Asaph. A song.
We give thanks to you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. We give thanks, for your Name is near. Men tell about your wondrous works.
When I choose the appointed time, I will judge blamelessly. The land and all its inhabitants quake. I firmly hold its pillars.
Weigh This.
I said to the arrogant, Don’t boast! I said to the wicked, Don’t lift up the horn. Don’t lift up your horn on high. Don’t speak with a stiff neck. For neither from the east, nor from the west, nor yet from the south, comes exaltation. But the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another. For in the hand of Ieue there is a cup, full of foaming wine mixed with spices. He pours it out. Indeed the wicked of the land drink and drink it to its very dregs.
But I will declare this to the horizon: I will sing praises to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub. I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the straight-pathed shall be lifted up.
Psalm 76
For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm by Asaph. A song.
In Ieude, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is known. His name is great in Isharal. His tabernacle is also in Shalem; his dwelling place in Tsiyon. There he broke the flaming arrows of the bow, the shield, and the sword, and the weapons of war.
Weigh This.
Esteemed are you, and excellent, more than mountains of game. Valiant men lie plundered, they have slept their last sleep. None of the men of war can lift their hands. At your rebuke, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub, both chariot and horse are cast into a deep sleep.
You, even you, are to be inwardly-flowed-before. Who can stand in your sight when you are nose-flared? You pronounced judgment from the sky. The land inwardly-flowed, and was silent, when the Strongest-Yoked-Guide arose to judgment, to deliver all the afflicted ones of the land.
Weigh This.
Surely the wrath of man praises you. The survivors of your wrath are restrained. Make vows to Ieue your Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and fulfill them! Let all of his neighbors bring presents to him who is to be inwardly-flowed-before. He will cut off the wind of princes. He is inwardly-flowed by the male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of the land.
Psalm 77
For the Chief Musician. To Yeduthun. A Psalm by Asaph.
My cry goes to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide! Indeed, I cry to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide for help, and for him to give ear to me. In the day of my trouble I sought the Strongest-Lifebringer. My hand was stretched out in the night, and didn’t get tired. My breathing-throat refused to be comforted. I remember the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and I groan. I complain, and my wind is overwhelmed.
Weigh This.
You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can’t speak. I have considered the days of old, the years of ancient times. I remember my song in the night. I consider in my own inner-guide; my wind diligently inquires. Will the Strongest-Lifebringer reject us to the horizons? Will he be favorable no more? Has his mercy vanished permanently? Does his promise fail for circles-of-men? Has the Strong-Guide forgotten to be encamping? Has he, in nose-flaring, withheld moving his bowels?
Weigh This.
Then I said, I will appeal to this: the years of the right hand of the Supreme-One.
I will remember Ie’s deeds; for I will remember your wonders of old. I will also meditate on all your work, and consider your doings.
Your way, O Strongest-Yoked-Guide, is in the sanctuary. What Strong-Guide is great like the Strongest-Yoked-Guide?
You are the Strong-Guide who does wonders. You have made your strength known among the peoples. You have redeemed your people with your arm, the male-tent-continuers of Eoqub and Yehoseph.
Weigh This.
The waters saw you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. The waters saw you, and they writhed. The watery deeps also convulsed. The clouds poured out water. The firmament resounded with thunder. Your arrows also flashed around. The voice of your thunder was in the whirlwind. The lightnings lit up the inhabitable world. The land trembled and shook.
Your way was through the sea; your paths through the great waters. Your footsteps were not known. You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Mashe and Aharon.
Psalm 78
A contemplation by Asaph.
Give ear to my thrown-seed, my people. Turn your ears to the words of my mouth. I will open my mouth in a parable. I will utter dark sayings of old.
That which we have heard and known, and our tent-supporters have told us, we will not hide them from their tent-builders, telling to the circle-of-men to come the praises of Ieue, his strength, and his wondrous works that he has done.
For he established a testimony in Eoqub, and appointed a thrown-seed in Isharal, which he directed our tent-supporters, that they should make them known to their tent-builders; that the circle-of-men to come might know, even the tent-builders who should be born; who should arise and tell their tent-builders, that they might set their hope in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and not forget the works of the Strong-Guide, but keep his directives, and might not be as their tent-supporters, a stubborn and rebellious circle-of-men, a circle-of-men that didn’t establish their inner-guides, whose wind was not supportive with the Strong-Guide.
The tent-builders of Ephrayim, being armed and carrying bows, turned back in the day of battle. They didn’t keep the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s pieces-to-pass-through, and refused to walk in his thrown-seed. They forgot his doings, his wondrous works that he had shown them.
He did marvelous things in the sight of their tent-supporters, in the land of Matsrim, in the field of Tsoan. He split the sea, and caused them to pass through. He made the waters stand as a heap. In the daytime he also led them with a cloud, and all night with a light of fire. He split rocks in the wilderness, and gave them abundant drink, as from the watery deeps. He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers.
Yet they still went on to miss-the-target against him, to rebel against the Supreme-One in the desert. They tempted the Strong-Guide in their inner-guide by asking food for their breathing-throat. Yes, they spoke against the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. They said, Can the Strong-Guide prepare a table in the wilderness? Behold, he struck the rock, so that waters gushed out, and streams overflowed. Can he give bread also? Will he provide flesh for his people?
Therefore Ieue heard, and was nose-flared. A fire was kindled against Eoqub, nose-flaring also went up against Isharal, because they didn’t support in the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, and didn’t trust in his deliverance.
Yet he directed the firmament above, and opened the doors of the sky. He rained down manna on them to eat, and gave them food from the sky. Man ate the bread of messengers. He sent them food to the full.
He caused the east wind to blow in the sky. By his power he guided the south wind. He rained also flesh on them as the dust; winged flyers as the sand of the seas. He let them fall in the midst of their camp, around their habitations. So they ate, and were well filled. He gave them their own desire. They didn’t turn from their cravings. Their food was yet in their mouths, when the nose-flaring of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide went up against them, killed some of their fattest, and caused the young men of Isharal to bow-down.
For all this they still missed-the-target, and didn’t support in his wondrous works. Therefore he consumed their days in vanity, and their years in terror. When he killed them, then they inquired after him. They returned and sought the Strong-Guide earnestly. They remembered that the Strongest-Yoked-Guide was their rock, the Supreme Strong-Guide their redeemer.
But they flattered him with their mouth, and spoke what is empty to him with their tongue. For their inner-guide was not right with him, neither were they supportive in his pieces-to-pass-through. But he was moving-boweled. Iniquity was sheltered, and he did not destroy them. Yes, many times he turned his nose-flaring away, and didn’t stir up all his wrath. He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn’t come again.
How often they rebelled against him in the wilderness, and grieved him in the desert! They turned again and tempted the Strong-Guide, and provoked the Separated One of Isharal. They didn’t remember his hand, nor the day when he redeemed them from the adversary; how he set his signs in Matsrim, his wonders in the field of Tsoan.
He turned their rivers into blood, and their streams, so that they could not drink. He sent among them swarms of flies, which devoured them; and frogs, which destroyed them. He gave also their increase to the caterpillar, and their labor to the locust. He destroyed their vines with hail, their sycamore fig trees with frost. He gave over their livestock also to the hail, and their flocks to hot thunderbolts.
He threw on them the fierceness of his nose-flaring, wrath, indignation, and trouble, and a band of messengers of dysfunction. He made a path for his nose-flaring. He didn’t spare their breathing-throat from an emptied-stomach, but gave their filled-stomachs over to the pestilence, and struck all the firstborn in Matsrim, the chief of their strength in the tents of Cham.
But he led forth his own people like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock. He led them safely, so that they weren’t afraid, but the sea overwhelmed their enemies. He brought them to the border of his sanctuary, to this mountain, which his right hand had taken. He also drove out the nations before them, allotted them for an inheritance by line, and made the tribes of Isharal to dwell in their tents.
Yet they tempted and rebelled against the Supreme Strong-Guide, and didn’t keep his testimonies; but turned back, and dealt treacherously like their tent-supporters. They were turned aside like a deceitful bow. For they provoked him to nose-flaring with their high places, and moved him to jealousy with their engraved images.
When the Strongest-Yoked-Guide heard this, he was nose-flared, and greatly abhorred Isharal; so that he forsook the tent of Shiyloh, the tent which he placed among men; and delivered his strength into captivity, his esteem into the adversary’s hand. He also gave his people over to the sword, and was nose-flared with his inheritance. Fire devoured their young men. Their virgins had no wedding song. Their priests fell by the sword, and their widows couldn’t weep.
Then the Strongest-Lifebringer awakened as one out of sleep, like a high-headed one who shouts by reason of wine. He struck his adversaries backward. He put them to a perpetual reproach.
Moreover he rejected the tent of Yehoseph, and didn’t choose the tribe of Ephrayim, But chose the tribe of Ieude, Mount Tsiyon which he cared-for-the-gift-of. He built his sanctuary like the heights, like the land which he has established to the horizon.
He also chose Duid his servant, and took him from the sheepfolds; from following the ewes that have their young, he brought him to be the shepherd of Eoqub, his people, and Isharal, his inheritance. So he was their shepherd according to the integrity of his inner-guide, and guided them by the skillfulness of his hands.
Psalm 79
A Psalm by Asaph.
Mightiest one, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your separated temple. They have laid Yerusalem in heaps. They have given the stomach-emptied bodies of your servants to be food for the flyers of the sky, the flesh of your separated-ones to the animals of the land. Their blood they have shed like water around Yerusalem. There was no one to bury them. We have become a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and derision to those who are around us.
How long, Ieue? Will you be nose-flared permanently? Will your jealousy burn like fire?
Pour out your wrath on the nations that don’t know you; on the authorities-to-guide-the-people that don’t call on your name; for they have devoured Eoqub, and destroyed his homeland.
Don’t hold the iniquities of our forefathers against us. Let your moving-bowels speedily meet us, for we are in desperate need. Help us, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of our deliverance, for the weightiness of your name. Deliver us, and shelter our missed-targets, for your name’s sake. Why should the nations say, Where is their Strongest-Yoked-Guide?
Let it be known among the nations, before our eyes, that vengeance for your servants’ blood is being poured out. Let the sighing of the prisoner come before you. According to the greatness of your power, preserve the stomach-emptied male-tent-continuers.
Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, Strongest-Lifebringer.
So we, your people and sheep of your pasture, will give you thanks to the horizon. We will praise you for all circles-of-men.
Psalm 80
For the Chief Musician. To the tune of The Lilies of the Covenant. A Psalm by Asaph.
Give ear to us, Shepherd of Isharal, you who lead Yehoseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine forth. Before Ephrayim and Binyamiyn and Menashsheh, stir up your might! Come to deliver us! Turn us again, Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Cause your face to shine, and we will be delivered.
Ieue the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies, How long will you be nose-flared against the prayer of your people? You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure. You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves. Turn us again, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be delivered.
You brought a vine out of Matsrim. You drove out the nations, and planted it. You cleared the ground for it. It took deep root, and filled the land. The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like the Strong-Guide’s cedars. It sent out its branches to the sea, its shoots to the River.
Why have you broken down its walls, so that all those who pass by the way pluck it? The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.
Turn again, we beg you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies. Look down from the sky, and see, and visit this vine, the stock which your right hand planted, the branch that you made strong for yourself. It’s burned with fire. It’s cut down. They perish at your rebuke. Let your hand be on the man of your right hand, on the male-tent-continuer of man whom you made strong for yourself.
Then we will not turn away from you. Revive us, and we will call on your name. Turn us again, Ieue the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies. Cause your face to shine, and we will be delivered.
Psalm 81
For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. By Asaph.
Sing aloud to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, our strength! Make a joyful shout to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub! Raise a song, and bring here the tambourine, the pleasant lyre with the harp. Blow the trumpet at the New Moon, at the full moon, on our feast day. For it is a statute for Isharal, an ordinance of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub. He appointed it in Yehoseph for a testimony, when he went out over the land of Matsrim.
I heard a language that I didn’t know. I removed his shoulder from the burden. His hands were freed from the basket. You called in trouble, and I delivered you. I answered you in the secret place of thunder. I tested you at the waters of Meriybah.
Weigh This.
Hear, my people, and I will testify to you, Isharal, if you would listen to me! There shall be no strange strong-guide in you, neither shall you flatten-yourself to any foreign strong-guide. I am Ieue, your Strongest-Yoked-Guide, who brought you up out of the land of Matsrim. Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.
But my people didn’t listen to my voice. Isharal desired none of me. So I let them go after the stubbornness of their inner-guides, that they might walk in their own counsels. Oh that my people would listen to me, that Isharal would walk in my ways! I would soon subdue their enemies, and turn my hand against their adversaries. The haters of Ieue would cringe before him, and their punishment would last to the horizon. But he would have also fed them with the finest of the wheat. I will satisfy you with honey out of the rock.
Psalm 82
A Psalm by Asaph.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide presides in the gathering of strong-yoked-guides. He judges among the strong-yoked-guides. How long will you judge unjustly, and show partiality to the wicked?
Weigh This.
Defend the weak, the poor, and the fatherless. Maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed. Rescue the weak and needy. Deliver them out of the hand of the wicked.
They don’t know, neither do they understand. They walk back and forth in darkness. All the foundations of the land are shaken.
I said, You are strong-yoked-guides, all of you are male-tent-continuers of the Supreme-One. Nevertheless you shall empty-the-stomach like men, and fall like one of the rulers.
Arise, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, judge the land, for you inherit all of the nations.
Psalm 83
A song. A Psalm by Asaph.
Mightiest one, don’t keep silent. Don’t keep silent, and don’t be still, O Strong-Guide. For, behold, your enemies are stirred up. Those who hate you have lifted up their heads. They conspire with cunning against your people. They plot against your cherished ones.
Come, they say, and let’s destroy them as a nation, that the name of Isharal may be remembered no more. For they have conspired together with one mind. They form an alliance against you. The tents of Edom and the Yishmaeliy; Moab, and the Hagriy; Gebal, Ammon, and Amaleq; Pelesheth with the inhabitants of Tsor; Ashur also is joined with them. They have helped the tent-builders of Lot.
Weigh This.
Do to them as you did to Midyan, as to Siysera, as to Yabiyn, at the river Kishon; who perished at Eyndor, who became as dung for the land. Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb; yes, all their princes like Zebach and Tsalmunna; who said, Let us take possession of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s pasturelands.
My Strongest-Yoked-Guide, make them like tumbleweed; like chaff before the wind. As the fire that burns the forest, as the flame that sets the mountains on fire, so pursue them with your tempest, and terrify them with your storm. Fill their faces with confusion, that they may seek your name, Ieue. Let them be disappointed and dismayed for the future. Yes, let them be confounded and perish; that they may know that you alone, whose name is Ieue, are the Supreme-One over all the land.
Psalm 84
For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach.
How cared-for are your dwellings, Ieue of Armies! My breathing-throat longs, and even faints for the courts of Ieue. My inner-guide and my flesh cry out for the stomach-filled Strong-Guide.
Yes, the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young, near your altars, Ieue of Armies, my Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People, and my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Knelt-down-and-given-to are those who dwell in your house. They are always praising you.
Weigh This.
Knelt-down-and-given-to are those whose strength is in you; who have set their inner-guides on a pilgrimage.
Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with things knelt-down-and-given-to. They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before the Strongest-Yoked-Guide in Tsiyon. Ieue, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies, hear my prayer. Do give ear, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub.
Weigh This.
Behold, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, our shield, look at the face of your anointed. For a day in your courts is better than a thousand. I would rather be a doorkeeper in the house of my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.
For Ieue the Strongest-Yoked-Guide is a sun and a shield. Ieue will give encampment and weightiness. He withholds no functional thing from those who walk blamelessly.
Ieue of Armies, knelt-down-and-given-to is the man who trusts in you.
Psalm 85
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach.
Ieue, you have been favorable to your land. You have restored the fortunes of Eoqub. You have lifted-off the iniquity of your people. You have covered all their missed-targets.
Weigh This.
You have taken away all your wrath. You have turned from the fierceness of your nose-flaring.
Turn us, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of our deliverance, and cause your indignation toward us to cease. Will you be nose-flared with us to the horizon? Will you draw out your nose-flaring to all circles-of-men?
Won’t you revive us again, that your people may rejoice in you? Show us your mercy, Ieue. Grant us your deliverance.
I will hear what the Strong-Guide, Ieue, will speak, for he will speak completeness to his people, his separated-ones; but let them not turn again to folly. Surely his deliverance is near those who's gut-flows-before him, that weightiness may dwell in our land. Bent-neck and firmness meet together. Straight-pathedness and completeness have kissed each other. Firmness will sprout out of the land. Straight-pathedness has looked down from the sky. Yes, Ieue will give that which is functional. Our land will yield its increase. Straight-pathedness goes before him, And prepares the way for his steps.
Psalm 86
A Prayer by Duid.
Hear, Ieue, and answer me, for I am poor and needy. Preserve my breathing-throat, for I am reverent. You, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, deliver your servant who trusts in you. Encamp with me, Strongest-Lifebringer, for I call to you all day long.
Bring joy to the breathing-throat of your servant, for to you, Strongest-Lifebringer, do I lift up my breathing-throat. For you, Strongest-Lifebringer, are functional, and ready to lift-off; abundant in bent-neck to all those who call on you. Hear, Ieue, my prayer. Listen to the voice of my petitions. In the day of my trouble I will call on you, for you will answer me.
There is no one like you among the strong-yoked-guides, Strongest-Lifebringer, nor any deeds like your deeds. All nations you have made will come and flatten-themselves before you, Strongest-Lifebringer. They shall give-weight to your name. For you are great, and do wondrous things. You are the Strongest-Yoked-Guide alone.
Teach me your way, Ieue. I will walk in your firmness. Make my inner-guide undivided to flow-the-gut-before your name.
I will praise you, Strongest-Lifebringer my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, with my whole inner-guide. I will give-weight to your name to the horizon. For your bent-neck is great toward me. You have delivered my breathing-throat from the lowest unseen-realm.
Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the proud have risen up against me. A company of violent men have sought after my breathing-throat, and they don’t hold regard for you before them. But you, O Ieue, are a Strong-Guide who encamps and moves his bowels, is slow to nose-flaring, and abundant in bent-neck and firmness. Turn to me, and encamp with me! Give your strength to your servant. Deliver the male-tent-continuer of your handmaid.
Show me a sign of your functionality, that those who hate me may see it, and be shamed, because you, Ieue, have helped me, and comforted me.
Psalm 87
A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach; a Song.
His foundation is in the separated mountains. Ieue cares-for-the-gift-of the gates of Tsiyon more than all the dwellings of Eoqub. Weighty things are spoken about you, city of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Weigh This.
I will record Rachab and Babylon among those who acknowledge me. Behold, Pelesheth, Tsor, and also Kush. This one was born there. Yes, of Tsiyon it will be said, This one and that one was born in her; the Supreme-One himself will establish her. Ieue will count, when he writes up the peoples, This one was born there.
Weigh This.
Those who sing as well as those who dance say,
All my springs are in you.
Psalm 88
A Song. A Psalm by the male-tent-continuers of Qorach. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of The Suffering of Affliction. A contemplation by Heyman, the Ezrahite.
Ieue, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of my deliverance, I have cried day and night before you. Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry. For my breathing-throat is full of troubles. My filled-stomach draws near to the unseen-realm. I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help, set apart among the stomach-emptied, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.
You have laid me in the lowest pit, in the darkest depths. Your wrath lies heavily on me. You have afflicted me with all your waves.
Weigh This.
You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can’t escape. My eyes are dim from grief.
I have called on you daily, Ieue. I have spread out my hands to you. Do you show wonders to the stomach-emptied?
Do the stomach-emptied rise up and praise you?
Weigh This.
Is your bent-neck declared in the grave? Or your steadiness in destruction? Are your wonders made known in the dark? Or your straight-pathedness in the land of forgetfulness?
But to you, Ieue, I have cried. In the morning, my prayer comes before you. Ieue, why do you reject my breathing-throat? Why do you hide your face from me?
I am afflicted and ready to empty-the-stomach from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted. Your fierce wrath has gone over me. Your terrors have cut me off. They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me. You have put gift-carer and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness.
Psalm 89
A contemplation by Eythan, the Ezrahite.
I will sing of the bent-neck of Ieue to the horizon. With my mouth, I will make known your steadiness to all circles-of-men. I indeed declare, Bent-neck shall be built to the horizon. You established the skies. Your steadiness is in them.
I have cut the pieces-to-pass-through with my chosen one, I have sworn to Duid, my servant, I will establish your seed to the horizon, and build up your throne to all circles-of-men.
Weigh This.
The skies will praise your wonders, Ieue; your steadiness also in the called-out-assembly of the separated-ones. For who in the firmament can be compared to Ieue? Who among the male-tent-continuers of the beings of the sky is like Ieue, a very awesome Strong-Guide in the council of the separated-ones, to be inwardly-flowed above all those who are around him?
Ieue, Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Armies, who is a Strong-Guide, like you? Ie, your steadiness is around you. You rule the pride of the sea. When its waves rise up, you calm them. You have broken Rachab in pieces, like one of the slain. You have scattered your enemies with your mighty arm. The skies are yours. The land also is yours; the inhabitable world and its fullness. You have founded them. The north and the south, you have fattened them. Tabor and Chermon rejoice in your name.
You have an arm of mastery. Your hand is strong, and your right hand is exalted. Straight-pathedness and justice are the foundation of your throne. Bent-neck and firmness go before your face.
Knelt-down-and-given-to are the people who learn to acclaim you. They walk in the light of your presence, Ieue. In your name they rejoice all day. In your straight-pathedness, they are exalted. For you are the esteem of their strength. In your favor, our horn will be exalted. For our shield belongs to Ieue; our male-authority-that-guides-the-people to the Separated One of Isharal.
Then you spoke in vision to your separated-ones, and said, I have bestowed strength on high-headed man. I have exalted a young man from the people. I have found Duid, my servant. I have anointed him with my separated oil, with whom my hand shall be established. My arm will also strengthen him. No enemy will tax him. No wicked man will oppress him. I will beat down his adversaries before him, and strike those who hate him. But my steadiness and my bent-neck will be with him. In my name, his horn will be exalted. I will set his hand also on the sea, and his right hand on the rivers. He will call to me, You are my Tent-Supporter, my Strong-Guide, and the rock of my deliverance! I will also appoint him my firstborn, the highest of the male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of the land. I will keep my bent-neck for him to the horizon. My pieces-to-pass-through is steady with him. I will also make his seed endure for the future, and his throne as the days of the sky.
If his tent-builders forsake my thrown-seed, and don’t walk in my ordinances; if they break my statutes, and don’t keep my directives; then I will punish their missed-targets with the rod, and their iniquity with stripes. But I will not completely take my bent-neck from him, nor allow my steadiness to fail. I will not break my pieces-to-pass-through, nor alter what my lips have uttered. Once have I sworn by my separateness, I will not lie to Duid. His seed will endure to the horizon, his throne like the sun before me. It will be established to the horizon like the moon, the supportive witness in the firmament.
Weigh This.
But you have rejected and spurned. You have been nose-flared with your anointed. You have renounced the pieces-to-pass-through of your servant. You have defiled his crown in the dust. You have broken down all his hedges. You have brought his strongholds to ruin. All who pass by the way rob him. He has become a reproach to his neighbors. You have exalted the right hand of his adversaries. You have made all of his enemies rejoice. Yes, you turn back the edge of his sword, and haven’t supported him in battle. You have ended his splendor, and thrown his throne down to the ground. You have shortened the days of his youth. You have covered him with shame.
Weigh This.
How long, Ieue? Will you hide yourself permanently? Will your wrath burn like fire? Remember how short my time is! For what vanity have you fattened all the tent-builders of men! What man is he who shall fill-the-stomach and not see an emptied-stomach, who shall deliver his breathing-throat from the power of the unseen-realm?
Weigh This.
Strongest-Lifebringer, where are your former bent-necks, which you swore to Duid in your steadiness? Remember, Strongest-Lifebringer, the reproach of your servants, how I bear in my inner-guide the taunts of all the mighty peoples, with which your enemies have mocked, Ieue, with which they have mocked the footsteps of your anointed one.
Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue to the horizon. It-is-firm, and It-is-firm.
BOOK IV
Psalm 90
A Prayer by Mashe, the man of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Ieue, you have been our dwelling place for all circles-of-men. Before the mountains were brought forth, before you had formed the land and the inhabitable world, even from horizon to horizon, you are the Strong-Guide.
You turn man to destruction, saying, Return, you tent-builders of men. For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night. You sweep them away as they sleep. The become like grass in the morning that passes by. In the morning it blossoms but it passes by. By evening, it is withered and dry.
For we are consumed in your nose-flaring. We are troubled in your wrath. You have set our iniquities before you, our secret missed-targets in the light of your presence.
For all our days have passed away in your wrath. We bring our years to an end as a sigh. The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.
Who knows the power of your nose-flaring, your wrath according to the gut-flowing that is due to you? So teach us to number our days, that we may gain a inner-guide of wisdom.
Relent, Ieue! How long? Have compassion on your servants! Satisfy us in the morning with your mercy, that we may rejoice and be glad all our days. Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen what is dysfunctional.
Let your work appear to your servants; your esteem to their tent-builders. Let the favor of the Strongest-Lifebringer our Strongest-Yoked-Guide be on us; establish the work of our hands for us; yes, establish the work of our hands.
Psalm 91
He who dwells in the secret place of the Supreme-One will enter-into-the-tent in the shadow of the Strong-Breasted-One. I will say of Ieue, He is my refuge and my fortress; my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, in whom I trust. For he will deliver you from the snare of the fowler, and from the deadly pestilence. He will cover you with his feathers. Under his wings you will take refuge. His firmness is your shield and encircling-guard.
You shall not be afraid of the terror by night, nor of the arrow that flies by day; nor of the pestilence that walks in darkness, nor of the destruction that wastes at noonday. A thousand may fall at your side, and ten thousand at your right hand; but it will not come near you. You will only look with your eyes, and see the repayment of the wicked.
Because you have made Ieue your refuge, and the Supreme-One your dwelling place, nothing dysfunctional shall happen to you, neither shall any plague come near your dwelling. For he will put his messengers in charge of you, to guard you in all your ways. They will bear you up in their hands, so that you won’t dash your foot against a stone. You will tread on the lion and cobra. You will trample the young lion and the serpent underfoot.
Because he has set his care-for-the-gift on me, therefore I will deliver him. I will set him on high, because he has known my name. He will call on me, and I will answer him. I will be with him in trouble. I will deliver him, and give-weight to him. I will satisfy him with a filled-stomach for a long time, and show him my deliverance.
Psalm 92
A Psalm. A song for the Ceasing-Sign day.
It is a functional thing to give thanks to Ieue, to sing praises to your name, Supreme-One; to proclaim your bent-neck in the morning, and your steadiness every night, with the ten-stringed lute, with the harp, and with the melody of the lyre.
For you, Ieue, have made me glad through your work. I will triumph in the works of your hands. How great are your works, Ieue! Your thoughts are very deep.
A senseless man doesn’t know, neither does a fool understand this: though the wicked spring up as the grass, and all the evildoers flourish, they will be destroyed until the future. But you, Ieue, are on high to the horizon.
For, behold, your enemies, Ieue, for, behold, your enemies shall perish. All the evildoers will be scattered. But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil. My eye has also seen my enemies. My ears have heard of the wicked enemies who rise up against me.
The straight-pathed shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in Ieue’s house. They will flourish in our Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s courts. They will still bring forth fruit in old age. They will be full of sap and green, to show that Ieue is upright. He is my rock, and there is no path-desertedness in him.
Psalm 93
Ieue reigns! He is clothed with majesty! Ieue is armed with strength. The inhabitable world also is established. It can’t be moved. Your throne is established from long ago. You are from the horizon. The floods have lifted up, Ieue, the floods have lifted up their voice. The floods lift up their waves. Above the voices of many waters, the mighty breakers of the sea, Ieue on high is mighty. Your statutes stand firm. Holiness adorns your house, Ieue, for the duration of days.
Psalm 94
Ieue, you the Strong-Guide to whom vengeance belongs, you the Strong-Guide to whom vengeance belongs, shine forth. Rise up, you judge of the land. Pay back the proud what they deserve.
Ieue, how long will the wicked, how long will the wicked triumph? They pour out arrogant words. All the evildoers boast.
They break your people in pieces, Ieue, and afflict your heritage. They kill the widow and the alien, and murder the fatherless.
They say, Ie will not see, neither will Eoqub’s Strongest-Yoked-Guide consider. Consider, you senseless among the people; you fools, when will you be wise? He who implanted the ear, won’t he hear? He who formed the eye, won’t he see? He who disciplines the nations, won’t he punish? He who teaches man knows. Ieue knows the thoughts of man, that they are futile.
Knelt-down-and-given-to is the man whom you discipline, Ie, and teach out of your thrown-seed; that you may give him entry-into-the-tent from the days of adversity, until the pit is dug for the wicked.
For Ieue won’t reject his people, neither will he forsake his inheritance. For judgment will return to straight-pathedness. All the upright in inner-guide shall follow it.
Who will rise up for me against the wicked? Who will stand up for me against the evildoers?
Unless Ieue had been my help, my breathing-throat would have soon filled-the-stomach in silence. When I said, My foot is slipping! Your mercy, Ieue, held me up. In the multitude of my thoughts within me, your comforts delight my breathing-throat.
Shall the throne of wickedness have fellowship with you, which brings about mischief by statute? They gather themselves together against the breathing-throat of the straight-pathed, and condemn the innocent blood.
But Ieue has been my high tower, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the rock of my refuge. He has brought on them their own iniquity, and will cut them off in their own wickedness. Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, will cut them off.
Psalm 95
Oh come, let’s sing to Ieue. Let’s shout aloud to the rock of our deliverance! Let’s come before his presence with thanksgiving. Let’s extol him with songs!
For Ieue is a great Strong-Guide, a great Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People above all the land. In his hand are the deep places of the land. The heights of the mountains are also his. The sea is his, and he made it. His hands formed the dry land.
Come, let us flatten-ourselves and bow-down. Kneel-to-give to the face of Ieue, our Maker, for he is our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. We are the people of his pasture, and the sheep in his care.
Today, oh that you would hear his voice! Don’t harden your inner-guide, as at Meriybah, as in the day of Massah in the wilderness, when your tent-supporters tempted me, tested me, and saw my work. Forty long years I was grieved with that circle-of-men, and said, It is a people that errs in their inner-guide. They have not known my ways. Therefore I swore in my wrath, They won’t enter into my entry-into-the-tent.
Psalm 96
Sing to Ieue a new song! Sing to Ieue, all the land. Sing to Ieue! Kneel-to-give to his name! Proclaim his deliverance from day to day! Declare his weightiness among the nations, his marvelous works among all the peoples.
For great is Ieue, and greatly to be praised! He is to be inwardly-flowed above all strong-yoked-guides. For all the strong-yoked-guides of the peoples are idols, but Ieue made the skies. Honor and majesty are before him. Strength and beauty are in his sanctuary.
Ascribe to Ieue, you families of nations, ascribe to Ieue weightiness and strength. Ascribe to Ieue the weightiness due to his name. Bring an offering, and come into his courts. Flatten-yourselves to Ieue in separated array. Tremble before him, all the land. Say among the nations, Ieue reigns. The inhabitable world is also established. It can’t be moved. He will judge the peoples with equity.
Let the skies be glad, and let the land rejoice. Let the sea roar, and its fullness! Let the field and all that is in it exult! Then all the trees of the woods shall sing for joy before Ieue; for he comes, for he comes to judge the land. He will judge the inhabitable world in straight-pathedness, the peoples in his steadiness.
Psalm 97
Ieue reigns! Let the land rejoice! Let the multitude of islands be glad! Clouds and darkness are around him. Straight-pathedness and justice are the foundation of his throne. A fire goes before him, and burns up his adversaries on every side. His lightnings appeared to the inhabitable world. The land sees, and trembles. The mountains melt like wax at the presence of Ieue, at the presence of the Strong-Lifebringer of the whole land. The skies declare his straight-pathedness. All the peoples have seen his weightiness.
Let all them be shamed who serve engraved images, who boast in their idols. Flatten-yourselves to him, all you strong-yoked-guides! Tsiyon heard and was glad. The female-tent-continuers of Ieude rejoiced, because of your judgments, Ieue. For you, Ieue, are most high above all the land. You are exalted far above all strong-yoked-guides.
You who care-for-the-gift-of Ieue, hate what is dysfunctional. He preserves the breathing-throats of his separated-ones. He delivers them out of the hand of the wicked. Light is sown for the straight-pathed, and gladness for the upright in inner-guide. Be glad in Ieue, you straight-pathed people! Give thanks to his separated Name.
Psalm 98
A Psalm.
Sing to Ieue a new song, for he has done marvelous things! His right hand, and his separated arm, have worked deliverance for him. Ieue has made known his deliverance. He has openly shown his straight-pathedness in the sight of the nations. He has remembered his bent-neck and his steadiness toward the house of Isharal. All the ends of the land have seen the deliverance of our Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Make a joyful noise to Ieue, all the land! Burst out and sing for joy, yes, sing praises! Sing praises to Ieue with the harp, with the harp and the voice of melody. With trumpets and sound of the ram’s horn, make a joyful noise before the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People, Ieue. Let the sea roar with its fullness; the inhabitable world, and those who dwell therein. Let the rivers clap their hands. Let the mountains sing for joy together. Let them sing before Ieue, for he comes to judge the land. He will judge the inhabitable world with straight-pathedness, and the peoples with equity.
Psalm 99
Ieue reigns! Let the peoples tremble. He sits enthroned among the cherubim. Let the land be moved. Ieue is great in Tsiyon. He is high above all the peoples.
Let them praise your great and awesome name. He is Separated!
The Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People’s strength also cares-for-the-gift-of justice. You do establish equity. You execute justice and straight-pathedness in Eoqub.
Exalt Ieue our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Flatten-yourselves at his footstool. He is Separated!
Mashe and Aharon were among his priests, Shemuel among those who call on his name; they called on Ieue, and he answered them. He spoke to them in the pillar of cloud. They kept his testimonies, the statute that he gave them. You answered them, Ieue our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. You were a Strong-Guide who lifted-off them, although you took vengeance for their doings.
Exalt Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. Flatten-yourselves at his separated hill, for Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, is separated!
Psalm 100
A Psalm of thanksgiving.
Shout for joy to Ieue, all you lands! Serve Ieue with gladness. Come before his presence with singing.
Know that Ieue, he is the Strongest-Yoked-Guide. It is he who has made us, and we are his. We are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him, and kneel-to-give to his name. For Ieue is functional. His bent-neck endures to the horizon, his steadiness to all circles-of-men.

Psalm 101
A Psalm by Duid.
I will sing of mercy and justice. To you, Ieue, I will sing praises. I will be careful to fill-the-stomach with a blameless filled-stomach. When will you come to me? I will walk within my house with a blameless inner-guide. I will set no vile thing before my eyes. I hate the deeds of faithless men. They will not cling to me. A perverse inner-guide will be far from me. I will have nothing to do with what is dysfunctional. I will silence whoever secretly slanders his neighbor. I won’t tolerate one who is haughty and conceited.
My eyes will be on the supportive of the land, that they may dwell with me. He who walks in a perfect way, he will serve me. He who practices deceit won’t dwell within my house. He who speaks what-is-empty won’t be established before my eyes. Morning by morning, I will destroy all the wicked of the land; to cut off all the workers of iniquity from Ieue’s city.

Psalm 102
A Prayer of the afflicted, when he is overwhelmed and pours out his complaint before Ieue.
Hear my prayer, Ieue! Let my cry come to you. Don’t hide your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn your ear to me.
Answer me quickly in the day when I call.
For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch. My inner-guide is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread. By reason of the voice of my groaning, my bones stick to my skin. I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places. I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.
My enemies reproach me all day. Those who are mad at me use my name as a curse. For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears, Because of your indignation and your wrath, for you have taken me up, and thrown me away. My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.
But you, Ieue, will remain to the horizon; your renown endures to all circles-of-men. You will arise and encamp with Tsiyon; for it is time to have pity on her. Yes, the set time has come. For your servants take pleasure in her stones, and encamp with her dust.
So the nations will flow-the-gut-before the name of Ieue; all the male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of the land your weightiness. For Ieue has built up Tsiyon. He has appeared in his weightiness. He has responded to the prayer of the destitute, and has not despised their prayer. This will be written for the circle-of-men to come. A people which will be fattened will praise Ie.
For he has looked down from the height of his sanctuary. From the sky, Ieue saw the land; to hear the groans of the prisoner; to free those who are condemned to an emptied-stomach; that men may declare the name of Ieue in Tsiyon, and his praise in Yerusalem; when the peoples are gathered together, the authorities-to-guide-the-people, to serve Ieue.
He weakened my strength along the course. He shortened my days. I said, my Strong-Guide, don’t take me away in the midst of my days. Your years are throughout all circles-of-men.
Of old, you laid the foundation of the land. The skies are the work of your hands. They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a wrap-around, and they will be changed. But you are the same. Your years will have no end. The tent-builders of your servants will continue. Their seed will be established before you.

Psalm 103
By Duid.
Praise Ieue, my breathing-throat! All that is within me, praise his separated name! Praise Ieue, my breathing-throat, and don’t forget all his benefits; who lifts-off all your missed-targets; who heals all your diseases; who redeems your filled-stomach from destruction; who crowns you with bent-neck and moving-bowels; who satisfies your desire with functional things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
Ieue executes straight-pathed acts, and justice for all who are oppressed. He made known his ways to Mashe, his deeds to the tent-builders of Isharal. Ieue is moving-boweled and encamping, slow to nose-flaring, and abundant in bent-neck. He will not always accuse; neither will he stay nose-flared to the horizon. He has not dealt with us according to our missed-targets, nor repaid us for our iniquities. For as the skies are high above the land, so great is his bent-neck to those who's gut-flows-before him. As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
Like a tent-supporter's bowels are moving for his tent-builders, so Ieue's bowels are moving for those who's gut-flows-before him. For he knows how we are made. He remembers that we are dust. As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes. For the wind passes over it, and it is gone. Its place remembers it no more.
But Ieue’s bent-neck is from from horizon to horizon with those who's gut-flows-before him, his straight-pathedness to tent-builders’s tent-builders; to those who keep his pieces-to-pass-through, to those who remember to listen to his precepts.
Ieue has established his throne in the skies. His authority-to-guide-the-people rules over all. Praise Ieue, you messengers of his, who are high-headed in vigor, who fulfill his word, listening to the voice of his word. Praise Ieue, all you armies of his, you servants of his, who do his pleasure. Praise Ieue, all you works of his, in all places of his dominion. Praise Ieue, my breathing-throat!

Psalm 104
Kneel-to-give to Ieue, my breathing-throat. Ieue, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, you are very great. You are clothed with honor and majesty. He covers himself with light as with a garment. He stretches out the skies like a curtain. He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind. He makes his messengers winds; his servants flames of fire.
He laid the foundations of the land, that it should not be moved to the horizon and beyond. You covered it with the watery deep as with a wrap-around. The waters stood above the mountains. At your rebuke they fled. At the voice of your thunder they hurried away. The mountains rose, the valleys sank down, to the place which you had assigned to them. You have set a boundary that they may not pass over; that they don’t turn again to cover the land.
He sends forth springs into the valleys. They run among the mountains. They give drink to every animal of the field. The wild donkeys quench their thirst. The flyers of the sky nest by them. They sing among the branches.
He provides drink to the mountains from his rooms. The land is filled with the fruit of your works. He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food out of the land: wine that makes glad the inner-guide of man, oil to make his face to shine, and bread that strengthens man’s inner-guide.
Ieue’s trees are well watered, the cedars of Lebanon, which he has planted; where the flyers make their nests. The stork makes its home in the fir trees. The high mountains are for the wild goats. The rocks are a refuge for the rock badgers.
He appointed the moon for seasons. The sun knows when to set. You make darkness, and it is night, in which all the animals of the forest prowl. The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their food from the Strong-Guide. The sun rises, and they steal away, and lay down in their dens. Man goes forth to his work, to his labor until the evening.
Ieue, how many are your works! In wisdom have you made them all. The land is full of your riches.
There is the sea, great and wide, in which are innumerable stomach-filled things, both small and large animals. There the boats go, and leviathan, whom you formed to play there.
These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season. You give to them; they gather. You open your hand; they are satisfied with what is functional. You hide your face: they are troubled; you take away their wind: they empty-the-stomach, and return to the dust. You send forth your wind: they are fattened. You renew the face of the ground.
Let the weightiness of Ieue endure to the horizon. Let Ieue rejoice in his works. He looks at the land, and it trembles. He touches the mountains, and they smoke. I will sing to Ieue as long as I fill-the-stomach. I will sing praise to my Strongest-Yoked-Guide while I have any being. Let your meditation be sweet to him. I will rejoice in Ieue. Let ones who miss-the-target be consumed out of the land. Let the wicked be no more. kneel-to-give to Ieue, my breathing-throat. Praise Ie!

Psalm 105
Give thanks to Ieue! Call on his name! Make his doings known among the peoples. Sing to him, sing praises to him! Tell of all his marvelous works. Hold his separated name in esteem. Let the inner-guide of those who seek Ieue rejoice. Seek Ieue and his strength. Seek his face always. Remember his marvelous works that he has done; his wonders, and the judgments of his mouth, you seed of Abarem, his servant, you tent-builders of Eoqub, his chosen ones.
He is Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide. His judgments are in all the land. He has remembered his pieces-to-pass-through to the horizon, the word which he directed to a thousand circles-of-men, the pieces-to-pass-through which he made with Abarem, his oath to Aisachaq, and confirmed the same to Eoqub for a statute; to Isharal for a horizonal pieces-to-pass-through, saying, To you I will give the land of Kanon, the lot of your inheritance.
When they were but a few men in number, yes, very few, and foreigners in it, they went about from nation to nation, from one authority-to-guide-the-people to another people. He allowed no one to do them wrong. Yes, he reproved male-authorities-that-guide-the-people for their sakes, Don’t touch my anointed ones! Do my prophets no harm!
He called for a famine on the land. He destroyed the food supplies. He sent a man before them. Yehoseph was sold for a slave. They bruised his feet with shackles. His breathing-throat was locked in irons, until the time that his word happened, and Ieue’s word proved him firm. The male-authority-that-guides-the-people sent and freed him; even the ruler of peoples, and let him go free. He made him strong-lifebringer of his house, and ruler of all of his possessions; to discipline his princes at his breathing-throat's pleasure, and to teach his elders wisdom.
Isharal also came into Matsrim. Eoqub filled-the-stomach in the land of Cham. He increased his people greatly, and made them stronger than their adversaries. He turned their inner-guide to hate his people, to conspire against his servants.
He sent Mashe, his servant, and Aharon, whom he had chosen. They performed miracles among them, and wonders in the land of Cham.
He sent darkness, and made it dark. They didn’t rebel against his words.
He turned their waters into blood, and killed their fish.
Their land swarmed with frogs, even in the rooms of their male-authorities-that-guide-the-people.
He spoke, and swarms of flies came, and lice in all their borders.
He gave them hail for rain, with blazing fire in their land. He struck their vines and also their fig trees, and shattered the trees of their country.
He spoke, and the locusts came, and the grasshoppers, without number, ate up every plant in their land; and ate up the fruit of their ground. He struck also all the firstborn in their land, the first fruits of all their manhood.
He brought them forth with silver and gold. There was not one feeble person among his tribes. Matsrim was glad when they departed, for the gut-flowing-before them had fallen on them.
He spread a cloud for a covering, fire to give light in the night. They asked, and he brought quails, and satisfied them with the bread of the sky. He opened the rock, and waters gushed out. They ran as a river in the dry places. For he remembered his separated word, and Abarem, his servant.
He brought forth his people with joy, his chosen with singing. He gave them the lands of the nations. They took the labor of the peoples in possession, that they might keep his statutes, and observe his thrown-seeds. Praise Ie!

Psalm 106
Praise Ieue!
Give thanks to Ieue, for he is functional, for his mercy endures to the horizon. Who can utter the mighty acts of Ieue, or fully declare all his praise? Knelt-down-and-given-to are those who keep justice. Knelt-down-and-given-to is one who does what is right at all times.
Remember me, Ieue, with the favor that you show to your people. Visit me with your deliverance, that I may see the prosperity of your chosen, that I may rejoice in the gladness of your nation, that I may esteem with your inheritance.
We have missed-the-target with our tent-supporters. We have committed iniquity. We have done wickedly. Our tent-supporters didn’t understand your wonders in Matsrim. They didn’t remember the multitude of your bent-necks, but were rebellious at the sea, even at the Red Sea. Nevertheless he delivered them for his name’s sake, that he might make his mighty power known. He rebuked the Red Sea also, and it was dried up; so he led them through the watery deeps, as through a desert. He delivered them from the hand of him who hated them, and redeemed them from the hand of the enemy. The waters covered their adversaries. There was not one of them left.
Then they supported his words. They sang his praise. They soon forgot his works.
They didn’t wait for his counsel, but gave in to craving in the desert, and tested the Strong-Guide in the wasteland. He gave them their request, but sent leanness into their breathing-throat.
They envied Mashe also in the camp, and Aharon, Ieue’s separated-one. The land opened and swallowed up Dathan, and covered the company of Abiyram. A fire was kindled in their company. The flame burned up the wicked.
They made a calf in Choreb, and flattened-themselves to a molten image. Thus they exchanged their weightiness for an image of a bull that eats grass. They forgot the Strong-Guide, their deliverer, who had done great things in Matsrim, Wondrous works in the land of Cham, and awesome things by the Red Sea. Therefore he said that he would destroy them, had Mashe, his chosen, not stood before him in the breach, to turn away his wrath, so that he wouldn’t destroy them.
Yes, they despised the pleasant land. They didn’t support his word, but murmured in their tents, and didn’t listen to Ieue’s voice.
Therefore he swore to them that he would overthrow them in the wilderness, that he would overthrow their seed among the nations, and scatter them in the lands.
They joined themselves also to Baal Peor, and ate the slaughters of the stomach-emptied. Thus they provoked him to nose-flaring with their deeds. The plague broke in on them. Then Piynechas stood up, and executed judgment, so the plague was stopped. That was credited to him for straight-pathedness, for all circles-of-men to come.
They flared his nose also at the waters of Meriybah, so that Mashe was troubled for their sakes; because they were rebellious against his wind, he spoke rashly with his lips.
They didn’t destroy the peoples, as Ieue directed them, but mixed themselves with the nations, and learned their works. They served their idols, which became a snare to them. Yes, they slaughtered their male-tent-continuers and their female-tent-continuers to demons. They shed innocent blood, even the blood of their male-tent-continuers and of their female-tent-continuers, whom they slaughtered to the idols of Kanon. The land was polluted with blood. Thus were they defiled with their works, and prostituted themselves in their deeds.
Therefore Ieue burned with nose-flaring against his people. He abhorred his inheritance. He gave them into the hand of the nations. Those who hated them ruled over them. Their enemies also oppressed them. They were brought into subjection under their hand. Many times he delivered them, but they were rebellious in their counsel, and were brought low in their iniquity.
Nevertheless he regarded their distress, when he heard their cry. He remembered for them his pieces-to-pass-through, and repented according to the multitude of his bent-necks. He also gave them over to moving-bowels by all those who carried them captive.
Deliver us, Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide, gather us from among the nations, to give thanks to your separated name, to triumph in your praise!
Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue, the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Isharal, from horizon to horizon! Let all the people say, It-is-firm. Praise Ie!

BOOK V
Psalm 107
Give thanks to Ieue,
for he is functional,
for his mercy endures to the horizon.
Let the redeemed by Ieue say so,
whom he has redeemed from the hand of the adversary,
And gathered out of the lands,
from the east and from the west,
from the north and from the south.
They wandered in the wilderness in a desert way.
They found no city to fill-the-stomach in.
Hungry and thirsty,
their breathing-throat fainted in them.
Then they cried to Ieue in their trouble,
and he delivered them out of their distresses,
he led them also by a straight way,
that they might go to a city to fill-the-stomach in.
Let them praise Ieue for his mercy,
for his wonderful works to the tent-builders of men!

For he satisfies the longing breathing-throat.
He fills the hungry breathing-throat with what is functional.
Some sat in darkness and in the empty-stomach's shadow,
being bound in affliction and iron,
because they rebelled against the words of the Strong-Guide,
and condemned the counsel of the Supreme-One.
Therefore he brought down their inner-guide with labor.
They fell down, and there was none to help.
Then they cried to Ieue in their trouble,
and he delivered them out of their distresses.
He brought them out of darkness and the empty-stomach's shadow,
and broke their bonds in sunder.
Let them praise Ieue for his mercy,
for his wonderful works to the tent-builders of men!

For he has broken the gates of brass,
and cut through bars of iron.
Fools are afflicted because of their disobedience,
and because of their iniquities.
Their breathing-throat abhors all kinds of food.
They draw near to the empty-stomach's gates.
Then they cry to Ieue in their trouble,
he saves them out of their distresses.
He sends his word, and heals them,
and delivers them from their graves.
Let them praise Ieue for his mercy,
for his wonderful works to the tent-builders of men!

Let them offer the slaughters of thanksgiving,
and declare his works with singing.
Those who go down to the sea in boats,
who do business in great waters;
These see Ieue’s works,
and his wonders in the deep.
For he directs, and raises the stormy wind,
which lifts up its waves.
They mount up to the skies; they go down again to the watery deeps.
Their breathing-throat melts away because of trouble.
They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man,
and are at their wits’ end.
Then they cry to Ieue in their trouble,
and he brings them out of their distress.
He makes the storm a calm,
so that its waves are still.
Then they are glad because it is calm,
so he brings them to their desired haven.
Let them praise Ieue for his mercy,
for his wonderful works for the tent-builders of men!

Let them exalt him also in the called-out-assembly of the people,
and praise him in the seat of the elders.
He turns rivers into a desert,
water springs into a thirsty ground,
and a fruitful land into a salt waste,
for the wickedness of those who dwell in it.
He turns a desert into a pool of water,
and a dry land into water springs.
There he makes the hungry fill-the-stomach,
that they may prepare a city to fill-the-stomach in,
sow fields, plant vineyards,
and reap the fruits of increase.
He kneels down to give to them also, so that they are multiplied greatly.
He doesn’t allow their livestock to decrease.
Again, they are diminished and bowed down
through oppression, trouble, and sorrow.
He pours contempt on princes,
and causes them to wander in a trackless waste.
Yet he lifts the needy out of their affliction,
and increases their families like a flock.
The upright will see it, and be glad.
All the wicked will shut their mouths.
Whoever is wise will pay attention to these things.
They will consider the bent-necks of Ieue.

Psalm 108
A Song. A Psalm by Duid.

My inner-guide is steadfast, Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
I will sing and I will make melody. You are my weightiness.
Wake up, harp and lyre!
I will wake up the dawn.
I will give thanks to you, Ieue, among the nations.
I will sing praises to you among the peoples.
For your bent-neck is great above the skies.
Your firmness reaches to the firmament.
Be exalted, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, above the skies!
Let your weightiness be over all the land.
That the one you care for may be delivered,
deliver with your right hand, and answer us.
The Strongest-Yoked-Guide has spoken from his sanctuary: In triumph,
I will divide Shekem, and measure out the valley of Sukkoth.
Gilad is mine. Menashsheh is mine.
Ephrayim also is my helmet.
Ieude is my scepter.
Moab is my wash pot.
I will toss my sandal on Edom.
I will shout over Pelesheth.
Who will bring me into the fortified city?
Who has led me to Edom?
Haven’t you rejected us, Strongest-Yoked-Guide?
You don’t go forth, Strongest-Yoked-Guide, with our armies.
Give us help against the enemy,
for the help of man is vain.
Through the Strongest-Yoked-Guide, we will do valiantly.
For it is he who will tread down our enemies.

Psalm 109
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.

Mightiest one of my praise, don’t remain silent,
for they have opened the mouth of the wicked and the mouth of deceit against me.
They have spoken to me with a lying tongue.
They have also surrounded me with words of hatred,
and fought against me without a cause.
In return for my gift-care, they are my adversaries;
but I am in prayer.
They have rewarded me what is dysfunctional for what is functional,
and hatred for my gift-care.
Set a wicked man over him.
Let an adversary stand at his right hand.
When he is judged, let him come forth guilty.
Let his prayer be turned into a missed-target.
Let his days be few.
Let another take his office.
Let his tent-builders be fatherless,
and his woman a widow.
Let his tent-builders be wandering beggars.
Let them be sought from their ruins.
Let the creditor seize all that he has.
Let strangers plunder the fruit of his labor.
Let there be no one to extend bent-neck to him,
neither let there be anyone to encamp with his fatherless tent-builders.
Let his posterity be cut off.
In the circle-of-men following let their name be blotted out.
Let the iniquity of his tent-supporters be remembered by Ieue.
Don’t let the missed-targets of his strong-womb be blotted out.
Let them be before Ieue continually,
that he may cut off their memory from the land;
because he didn’t remember to bend-his-neck,
but persecuted the poor and needy man,
the broken in inner-guide, to kill them.
Yes, he cared-for-the-gift-of cursing, and it came to him.
He didn’t delight in kneeling-down-to-give, and it was far from him.
He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment.
It came into his inward parts like water,
like oil into his bones.
Let it be to him as the clothing with which he covers himself,
for the belt that is always around him.
This is the reward of my adversaries from Ieue,
of those who speak what is dysfunctional against my breathing-throat.

But deal with me, Ieue the Strongest-Lifebringer, for your name’s sake,
because your mercy is functional, deliver me;
for I am poor and needy.
My inner-guide is wounded within me.
I fade away like an evening shadow.
I am shaken off like a locust.
My knees are weak through fasting.
My body is thin and lacks fat.
I have also become a reproach to them.
When they see me, they shake their head.
Help me, Ieue, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Deliver me according to your mercy;
that they may know that this is your hand;
that you, Ieue, have done it.
They may curse, but you kneel-to-give.
When they arise, they will be shamed,
but your servant shall rejoice.
Let my adversaries be clothed with dishonor.
Let them cover themselves with their own shame as with a robe.
I will give great thanks to Ieue with my mouth.
Yes, I will praise him among the multitude.
For he will stand at the right hand of the needy,
to deliver him from those who judge his breathing-throat.

Psalm 110
A Psalm by Duid.

Ieue says to my Strongest-Lifebringer, Sit at my right hand,
until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet.
Ieue will send forth the rod of your strength out of Tsiyon.
Rule in the midst of your enemies.
Your people offer themselves willingly in the day of your power, in separated array.
Out of the womb of the morning, you have the dew of your youth.
Ieue has sworn, and will not change his mind:
You are a priest to the horizon in the order of Malkiytsedeq.
The Strongest-Lifebringer is at your right hand.
He will crush male-authorities-that-guide-the-people in the day of his wrath.
He will judge among the nations.
He will heap up stomach-emptied bodies.
He will crush the ruler of the whole land.
He will drink of the brook in the way;
therefore he will lift up his head.

Psalm 111
Praise Ie!
I will give thanks to Ieue with my whole inner-guide,
in the council of the upright, and in the gathering.
Ieue’s works are great,
pondered by all those who delight in them.
His work is honor and majesty.
His straight-pathedness endures into the future.
He has caused his wonderful works to be remembered.
Ieue is encamping and moving-boweled.
He has given food to those who's gut-flows-before him.
He always remembers his pieces-to-pass-through.
He has shown his people the power of his works,
in giving them the heritage of the nations.
The works of his hands are firmness and justice.
All his precepts are sure.
They are established into the future for the horizon.
They are done in firmness and uprightness.
He has sent redemption to his people.
He has ordained his pieces-to-pass-through for the horizon.
His name is separated and awesome!
The gut-flowing-before Ieue is the beginning of wisdom.
All those who do his work have a functional understanding.
His praise endures into the future!

Psalm 112
Praise Ie!
Knelt-down-and-given-to is the man who inwardly-flows-before Ieue,
who delights greatly in his directives.
His seed will be high-headed in the land.
The circle-of-men of the upright will be knelt-down-and-given-to.
Wealth and riches are in his house.
His straight-pathedness endures into the future.
Light dawns in the darkness for the upright,
encamping, moving-boweled, and straight-pathed.
It is well with the man who encamps and lends.
He will maintain his cause in judgment.
For he will never slip for the horizon.
The straight-pathed will become a horizonal remembrance.
He will not be afraid of dysfunctional news.
His inner-guide is steadfast, trusting in Ieue.
His inner-guide is established.
He will not be afraid in the end when he sees his adversaries.
He has dispersed, he has given to the poor.
His straight-pathedness endures into the future.
His horn will be exalted with weightiness.
The wicked will see it, and be grieved.
He shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away.
The desire of the wicked will perish.

Psalm 113
Praise Ie!
Praise, you servants of Ieue,
praise the name of Ieue.
Knelt-down-and-given-to be the name of Ieue,
from this time forth and to the horizon.
From the rising of the sun to the going down of the same,
Ieue’s name is to be praised.
Ieue is high above all nations,
his weightiness above the skies.
Who is like Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide,
who has his seat on high,
Who stoops down to see in the sky and in the land?
He raises up the poor out of the dust.
Lifts up the needy from the ash heap;
that he may set him with princes,
even with the princes of his people.
He settles the barren woman in her home,
as a joyful strong-womb of tent-builders.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 114
When Isharal went forth out of Matsrim,
the house of Eoqub from a people of foreign language;
Ieude became his sanctuary,
Isharal his dominion.
The sea saw it, and fled.
The Yarden was driven back.
The mountains skipped like rams,
the little hills like lambs.
What was it, you sea, that you fled?
You Yarden, that you turned back?
You mountains, that you skipped like rams;
you little hills, like lambs?
Tremble, you land, at the presence of the Strong-Lifebringer,
at the presence of the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of Eoqub,
who turned the rock into a pool of water,
the flint into a spring of waters.

Psalm 115
Not to us, Ieue, not to us,
but to your name give weightiness,
for your bent-neck, and for your firmness’s sake.
Why should the nations say,
Where is their Strongest-Yoked-Guide, now?
But our Strongest-Yoked-Guide is in the skies.
He does whatever he pleases.
Their idols are silver and gold,
the work of men’s hands.
They have mouths, but they don’t speak.
They have eyes, but they don’t see.
They have ears, but they don’t hear.
They have noses, but they don’t smell.
They have hands, but they don’t feel.
They have feet, but they don’t walk,
neither do they speak through their throat.
Those who make them will be like them;
yes, everyone who trusts in them.
Isharal, trust in Ieue!
He is their help and their shield.
House of Aharon, trust in Ieue!
He is their help and their shield.
You who's gut-flows-before Ieue, trust in Ieue!
He is their help and their shield.
Ieue remembers us. He will kneel-to-give to us.
He will kneel-to-give to the house of Isharal.
He will kneel-to-give to the house of Aharon.
He will kneel-to-give to those who's gut-flows-before Ieue,
both small and great.
May Ieue increase you more and more,
you and your tent-builders.
Knelt-down-and-given-to are you by Ieue,
who made the sky and the land.
The skies are the skies of Ieue;
but the land has he given to the tent-builders of men.
The stomach-emptied don’t praise Ie,
neither any who go down into silence;
But we will kneel-to-give to Ie,
from this time forth and to the horizon.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 116
I care-for-the-gift-of Ieue, because he listens to my voice,
and my cries for mercy.
Because he has turned his ear to me,
therefore I will call on him as long as I fill-the-stomach.
The empty-stomach's cords surrounded me,
the pains of the unseen-realm got a hold of me.
I found trouble and sorrow.
Then I called on the name of Ieue:
Ieue, I beg you, deliver my breathing-throat.
Ieue is Gracious and straight-pathed.
Yes, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide is merciful.
Ieue preserves the simple.
I was brought low, and he delivered me.
Return to your entry-into-the-tent, my breathing-throat,
for Ieue has dealt bountifully with you.
For you have delivered my breathing-throat from an emptied-stomach,
my eyes from tears,
and my feet from falling.
I will walk before Ieue in the land of the filled-stomachs.
I supported, therefore I said,
I was greatly afflicted.
I said in my haste,
All men are empty-speakers.
What will I give to Ieue for all his benefits toward me?
I will take the cup of deliverance, and call on the name of Ieue.
I will pay my vows to Ieue,
yes, in the presence of all his people.
Precious in the sight of Ieue is the emptied-stomach of his separated-ones.
Ieue, truly I am your servant.
I am your servant, the male-tent-continuer of your handmaid.
You have freed me from my chains.
I will offer to you the slaughter of thanksgiving,
and will call on the name of Ieue.
I will pay my vows to Ieue,
yes, in the presence of all his people,
in the courts of Ieue’s house,
in the midst of you, Yerusalem.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 117
Praise Ieue, all you nations!
Extol him, all you peoples!
For his bent-neck is great toward us.
Ieue’s firmness endures to the horizon.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 118
Give thanks to Ieue, for he is functional,
for his mercy endures to the horizon.
Let Isharal now say
that his mercy endures to the horizon.
Let the house of Aharon now say
that his mercy endures to the horizon.
Now let those who's gut-flows-before Ieue say
that his mercy endures to the horizon.
Out of my distress, I called on Ie.
Ie answered me with freedom.
Ieue is on my side. I will not be afraid.
What can man do to me?
Ieue is on my side among those who help me.
Therefore I will look in triumph at those who hate me.
It is better to take refuge in Ieue,
than to put confidence in man.
It is better to take refuge in Ieue,
than to put confidence in princes.
All the nations surrounded me,
but in the name of Ieue, I cut them off.
They surrounded me, yes, they surrounded me.
In the name of Ieue I indeed cut them off.
They surrounded me like bees.
They are quenched like the burning thorns.
In the name of Ieue I cut them off.
You pushed me back hard, to make me fall,
but Ieue helped me.
Ie is my strength and song.
He has become my deliverance.
The voice of rejoicing and deliverance is in the tents of the straight-pathed.
The right hand of Ieue does valiantly.
The right hand of Ieue is exalted!
The right hand of Ieue does valiantly!
I will not empty-the-stomach, but fill-the-stomach,
and declare Ie’s works.
Ie has punished me severely,
but he has not given me over to an emptied-stomach.
Open to me the gates of straight-pathedness.
I will enter into them.
I will give thanks to Ie.
This is the gate of Ieue;
the straight-pathed will enter into it.
I will give thanks to you, for you have answered me,
and have become my deliverance.
The stone which the builders rejected has become the head of the corner.
This is Ieue’s doing.
It is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day that Ieue has made.
We will rejoice and be glad in it!
Deliver us now, we beg you, Ieue!
Ieue, we beg you, send prosperity now.
Knelt-down-and-given-to is he who comes in the name of Ieue!
We have kneeled-to-give to you out of the house of Ieue.
The Strong-Guide is Ieue, and he has given us light.
Bind the slaughter with cords, even to the horns of the altar.
You are my Strong-Guide, and I will give thanks to you.
You are my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, I will exalt you.
Oh give thanks to Ieue, for he is functional,
for his mercy endures to the horizon.

Psalm 119
ALEPH

Knelt-down-and-given-to are those whose ways are blameless,
who walk according to Ieue’s thrown-seed.
Knelt-down-and-given-to are those who keep his statutes,
who seek him with their whole inner-guide.
Yes, they do nothing wrong.
They walk in his ways.
You have directed your precepts,
that we should fully listen to them.
Oh that my ways were steadfast
to listen to your statutes!
Then I wouldn’t be disappointed,
when I consider all of your directives.
I will give thanks to you with uprightness of inner-guide,
when I learn your straight-pathed judgments.
I will observe your statutes.
Don’t utterly forsake me.

BET

How can a young man keep his way pure?
By keeping your word.
With my whole inner-guide, I have sought you.
Don’t let me wander from your directives.
I have hidden your word in my inner-guide,
that I might not miss-the-target against you.
Knelt-down-and-given-to are you, Ieue.
Teach me your statutes.
With my lips,
I have declared all the ordinances of your mouth.
I have rejoiced in the way of your testimonies,
as much as in all riches.
I will meditate on your precepts,
and consider your ways.
I will delight myself in your statutes.
I will not forget your word.

GIMEL

Do what is functional to your servant.
I will fill-the-stomach and I will listen to your word.
Open my eyes,
that I may see wondrous things out of your thrown-seed.
I am a stranger on the land.
Don’t hide your directives from me.
My breathing-throat is consumed with longing for your ordinances at all times.
You have rebuked the proud who are cursed,
who wander from your directives.
Take reproach and contempt away from me,
for I have kept your statutes.
Though princes sit and slander me,
your servant will meditate on your statutes.
Indeed your statutes are my delight,
and my counselors.

DALED

My breathing-throat is laid low in the dust.
Revive me according to your word!
I declared my ways, and you answered me.
Teach me your statutes.
Let me understand the teaching of your precepts!
Then I will meditate on your wondrous works.
My breathing-throat is weary with sorrow:
strengthen me according to your word.
Keep me from the way of deceit.
Grant me your thrown-seed in encampment!
I have chosen the way of steadiness.
I have set your ordinances before me.
I cling to your statutes, Ieue.
Don’t let me be disappointed.
I run in the path of your directives,
for you have set my inner-guide free.

HEY

Teach me, Ieue, the way of your statutes.
I will keep them to the end.
Give me understanding, and I will keep your thrown-seed.
Yes, I will listen to it with my whole inner-guide.
Direct me in the path of your directives,
for I delight in them.
Turn my inner-guide toward your statutes,
not toward selfish gain.
Turn my eyes away from looking at worthless things.
Revive me in your ways.
Fulfill your promise to your servant,
that you may be inwardly-flowed.
Take away my disfavor that I dread,
for your ordinances are functional.
Behold, I long for your precepts!
Revive me in your straight-pathedness.

WAW

Let your mercy also come to me, Ieue,
your deliverance, according to your word.
So I will have an answer for him who reproaches me,
for I trust in your word.
Don’t snatch the word of firmness out of my mouth,
for I put my hope in your ordinances.
So I will listen to your thrown-seed continually,
for the horizon, and beyond
I will walk in liberty,
for I have sought your precepts.
I will also speak of your statutes before male-authorities-that-guide-the-people,
and will not be disappointed.
I will delight myself in your directives,
because I care-for-the-gift-of them.
I reach out my hands for your directives, which I care-for-the-gift-of.
I will meditate on your statutes.

ZAYIN

Remember your word to your servant,
because you gave me hope.
This is my comfort in my affliction,
for your word has revived me.
The arrogant mock me excessively,
but I don’t swerve from your thrown-seed.
I remember your ordinances from the horizon, Ieue,
and have comforted myself.
Indignation has taken hold on me,
because of the wicked who forsake your thrown-seed.
Your statutes have been my songs,
in the house where I fill-the-stomach.
I have remembered your name, Ieue, in the night,
and I listen to your thrown-seed.
This is my way,
that I keep your precepts.

CHET

Ieue is my portion.
I promised to listen to your words.
I sought your face with my whole inner-guide.
Encamp with me according to your word.
I considered my ways,
and turned my steps to your statutes.
I will hurry, and not delay,
to listen to your directives.
The ropes of the wicked bind me,
but I won’t forget your thrown-seed.
At midnight I will rise to give thanks to you,
because of your straight-pathed ordinances.
I am a friend of all those who's gut-flows-before you,
of those who observe your precepts.
The land is full of your mercy, Ieue.
Teach me your statutes.

TET

Do what is functional to your servant,
according to your word, Ieue.
Teach me functional judgment and knowledge,
for I support in your directives.
Before I was afflicted, I went astray;
but now I observe your word.
You are functional, and do what is functional.
Teach me your statutes.
The proud have smeared an emptyness upon me.
With my whole inner-guide, I will keep your precepts.
Their inner-guide is as callous as the fat,
but I delight in your thrown-seed.
It is functional for me that I have been afflicted,
that I may learn your statutes.
The thrown-seed of your mouth is better to me than thousands of pieces of gold and silver.

YUD

Your hands have made me and formed me.
Give me understanding, that I may learn your directives.
Those who's gut-flows-before you will see me and be glad,
because I have put my hope in your word.
Ieue, I know that your judgments are straight-pathed,
that in steadiness you have afflicted me.
Please let your mercy be for my comfort,
according to your word to your servant.
Let your moving-bowels come to me, that I may fill-the-stomach;
for your thrown-seed is my delight.
Let the proud be disappointed, for they have overthrown me wrongfully.
I will meditate on your precepts.
Let those who's gut-flows-before you turn to me.
They will know your statutes.
Let my inner-guide be blameless toward your decrees,
that I may not be disappointed.

KAF

My breathing-throat faints for your deliverance.
I hope in your word.
My eyes fail for your word.
I say, When will you comfort me?
For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke.
I don’t forget your statutes.
How many are the days of your servant?
When will you execute judgment on those who persecute me?
The proud have dug pits for me,
contrary to your thrown-seed.
All of your directives are steady.
They persecute me wrongfully.
Help me!
They had almost wiped me from the land,
but I didn’t forsake your precepts.
Preserve my filled-stomach according to your bent-neck,
so I will listen to the statutes of your mouth.

LAMED

Ieue, your word is settled in the sky to the horizon.
Your steadiness is to all circles-of-men.
You have established the land, and it remains.
Your judgements stand to this day,
for they are all your servants.
Unless your thrown-seed had been my delight,
I would have perished in my affliction.
I will never forget your precepts,
for with them, you have revived me.
I am yours.
Deliver me, for I have sought your precepts.
The wicked have waited for me, to destroy me.
I will consider your statutes.
I have seen a limit to all perfection,
but your directives are boundless.

MEM

How I care-for-the-gift-of your thrown-seed!
It is my meditation all day.
Your directives make me wiser than my enemies,
for your directives are always with me.
I have more understanding than all my teachers,
for your testimonies are my meditation.
I understand more than the aged,
because I have kept your precepts.
I have kept my feet from every dysfunctional way,
that I might observe your word.
I have not turned aside from your ordinances,
for you have taught me.
How sweet are your promises to my taste,
more than honey to my mouth!
Through your precepts, I get understanding;
therefore I hate every empty way.

NUN

Your word is a lamp to my feet,
and a light for my path.
I have sworn, and have confirmed it,
that I will listen to your straight-pathed ordinances.
I am afflicted very much.
Revive me, Ieue, according to your word.
Accept, I beg you, the willing offerings of my mouth.
Ieue, teach me your ordinances.
My breathing-throat is continually in my hand,
yet I won’t forget your thrown-seed.
The wicked have laid a snare for me,
yet I haven’t gone astray from your precepts.
I have taken your testimonies as a heritage to the horizon,
for they are the joy of my inner-guide.
I have set my inner-guide to perform your statutes to the horizon in exchange.

SAMEKH

I hate double-minded men,
but I care-for-the-gift-of your thrown-seed.
You are my hiding place and my shield.
I hope in your word.
Depart from me, you evildoers,
that I may keep the directives of my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Uphold me according to your word, that I may fill-the-stomach.
Let me not be ashamed of my hope.
Hold me up, and I will be safe,
and will have respect for your statutes continually.
You reject all those who stray from your statutes,
for their deceit is in vain.
You put away all the wicked of the land like dross.
Therefore I care-for-the-gift-of your testimonies.
My flesh trembles for gut-flowing-before you.
I am afraid of your judgments.

AYIN

I have done what is just and straight-pathed.
Don’t leave me to my oppressors.
Ensure your servant’s well-being.
Don’t let the proud oppress me.
My eyes fail looking for your deliverance,
for your straight-pathed word.
Deal with your servant according to your mercy.
Teach me your statutes.
I am your servant. Give me understanding,
that I may know your testimonies.
It is time to act, Ieue,
for they break your thrown-seed.
Therefore I care-for-the-gift-of your directives more than gold,
yes, more than pure gold.
Therefore I consider all of your precepts to be right.
I hate every empty way.

PEY

Your testimonies are wonderful,
therefore my breathing-throat keeps them.
The entrance of your words gives light.
It gives understanding to the simple.
I opened my mouth wide and panted,
for I longed for your directives.
Turn to me, and encamp with me,
as you always do to those who care-for-the-gift-of your name.
Establish my footsteps in your word.
Don’t let any iniquity have dominion over me.
Redeem me from the oppression of man,
so I will observe your precepts.
Make your face shine on your servant.
Teach me your statutes.
Streams of tears run down my eyes,
because they don’t observe your thrown-seed.

TZADI

You are straight-pathed, Ieue.
Your judgments are upright.
Your testimonies have been directed in straight-pathedness
and steadiness exceedingly.
My zeal wears me out,
because my enemies ignore your words.
Your promises have been thoroughly tested,
and your servant cares-for-the-gift-of them.
I am small and despised.
I don’t forget your precepts.
Your straight-pathedness is a horizonal straight-pathedness.
Your thrown-seed is firm.
Trouble and anguish have taken hold of me.
Your directives are my delight.
Your testimonies are straight-pathed to the horizon.
Give me understanding, that I may fill-the-stomach.

KUF

I have called with my whole inner-guide.
Answer me, Ieue!
I will keep your statutes.
I have called to you. Deliver me!
I will listen to your statutes.
I rise before dawn and cry for help.
I put my hope in your words.
My eyes stay open through the night watches,
that I might meditate on your word.
Hear my voice according to your mercy.
Revive me, Ieue, according to your ordinances.
They draw near who follow after wickedness.
They are far from your thrown-seed.
You are near, Ieue.
All your directives are firm.
Of old I have known from your testimonies,
that you have founded them to the horizon.

RESH

Consider my affliction, and deliver me,
for I don’t forget your thrown-seed.
Plead my cause, and redeem me!
Revive me according to your promise.
Deliverance is far from the wicked,
for they don’t seek your statutes.
Your moving-bowels are numerous, Ieue.
Revive me according to your ordinances.
Many are my persecutors and my adversaries.
I haven’t swerved from your testimonies.
I look at the faithless with loathing,
because they don’t observe your word.
Consider how I care-for-the-gift-of your precepts.
Revive me, Ieue, according to your bent-neck.
The sum of your words are firm.
Every one of your straight-pathed ordinances endures to the horizon.

SIN AND SHIN

Princes have persecuted me without a cause,
but my inner-guide stands in awe of your words.
I rejoice at your word,
as one who finds great spoil.
I hate and abhor what-is-empty.
I care-for-the-gift-of your thrown-seed.
Seven times a day, I praise you,
because of your straight-pathed ordinances.
Those who care-for-the-gift-of your thrown-seed have great completeness.
Nothing causes them to stumble.
I have hoped for your deliverance, Ieue.
I have done your directives.
My breathing-throat has observed your testimonies.
I care-for-the-gift-of them exceedingly.
I have listened to your precepts and your testimonies,
for all my ways are before you.

TAV

Let my cry come before you, Ieue.
Give me understanding according to your word.
Let my supplication come before you.
Deliver me according to your word.
Let my lips utter praise,
for you teach me your statutes.
Let my tongue sing of your word,
for all your directives are straight-pathedness.
Let your hand be ready to help me,
for I have chosen your precepts.
I have longed for your deliverance, Ieue.
Your thrown-seed is my delight.
Let my breathing-throat fill-the-stomach, that I may praise you.
Let your ordinances help me.
I have gone astray like a lost sheep.
Seek your servant, for I don’t forget your directives.

Psalm 120
A Song of Ascents.

In my distress, I cried to Ieue.
He answered me.
Deliver my breathing-throat, Ieue, from empty-speaking lips,
from a deceitful tongue.
What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you,
you deceitful tongue?
Sharp arrows of the high-headed,
with coals of juniper.
Woe is me, that I fill-the-stomach in Mashak,
that I dwell among the tents of Qedar!
My breathing-throat has had her dwelling too long
with him who hates completeness.
I am for completeness,
but when I speak, they are for war.

Psalm 121
A Song of Ascents.

I will lift up my eyes to the hills.
Where does my help come from?
My help comes from Ieue,
who made the sky and the land.
He will not allow your foot to be moved.
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, he who keeps Isharal
will neither slumber nor sleep.
Ieue is your keeper.
Ieue is your shade on your right hand.
The sun will not harm you by day,
nor the moon by night.
Ieue will guard you from everything dysfunctional.
He will guard your breathing-throat.
Ieue will guard your going out and your coming in,
from this time forth, and to the horizon.

Psalm 122
A Song of Ascents. By Duid.

I was glad when they said to me,
Let’s go to Ieue’s house!
Our feet are standing within your gates, Yerusalem;
Yerusalem, that is built as a city that is compact together;
where the tribes go up, even Ie’s tribes,
according to an ordinance for Isharal,
to give thanks to the name of Ieue.
For there are set thrones for judgment,
the thrones of Duid’s house.
Pray for the completeness of Yerusalem.
Those who care-for-the-gift-of you will prosper.
Completeness be within your walls,
and prosperity within your palaces.
For my male-strong-protectors’ and companions’ sakes,
I will now say, Completeness be within you.
For the sake of the house of Ieue our Strongest-Yoked-Guide,
I will seek what is functional from you.

Psalm 123
A Song of Ascents.

To you I do lift up my eyes,
you who sit in the skies.
Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their strongest-lifebringer,
as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress;
so our eyes look to Ieue, our Strongest-Yoked-Guide,
until he shall encamp with us.
Encamp with us, Ieue, encamp with us,
for we have endured much contempt.
Our breathing-throat is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease,
with the contempt of the proud.

Psalm 124
A Song of Ascents. By Duid.

If it had not been Ieue who was on our side,
let Isharal now say,
if it had not been Ieue who was on our side,
when men rose up against us;
then they would have swallowed us up stomach-filled,
when their wrath was kindled against us;
then the waters would have overwhelmed us,
the stream would have gone over our breathing-throat;
then the proud waters would have gone over our breathing-throat.
Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue,
who has not given us as a prey to their teeth.
Our breathing-throat has escaped like a flyer out of the fowler’s snare.
The snare is broken, and we have escaped.
Our help is in the name of Ieue,
who made the sky and the land.

Psalm 125
A Song of Ascents.

Those who trust in Ieue are as Mount Tsiyon,
the one dwelling in Yerusalem will not be shaken to the horizon.
As the mountains surround her,
so Ieue surrounds his people from this time forth and to the horizon.
For the scepter of wickedness won’t remain over the allotment of the straight-pathed;
so that the straight-pathed won’t use their hands to do what is dysfunctional.
Do what is functional, Ieue, to those who are functional,
to those who are upright in their inner-guides.
But as for those who turn aside to their crooked ways,
Ieue will lead them away with the workers of iniquity.
Completeness be on Isharal.

Psalm 126
A Song of Ascents.

When Ieue brought back those who returned to Tsiyon,
we were like those who dream.
Then our mouth was filled with laughter,
and our tongue with singing.
Then they said among the nations,
Ieue has done great things for them.
Ieue has done great things for us,
and we are glad.
Restore our fortunes again, Ieue,
like the streams in the Negev.
Those who sow in tears will reap in joy.
He who goes out weeping, carrying seed for sowing,
will certainly come again with joy, carrying his sheaves.

Psalm 127
A Song of Ascents. By Shalimun.

Unless Ieue builds the house,
they labor in vain who build it.
Unless Ieue watches over the city,
the watchman guards it in vain.
It is vain for you to rise up early,
to stay up late,
eating the bread of toil;
for he gives sleep to the ones he cares for.
Behold, tent-builders are a heritage of Ieue.
The fruit of the loins is his reward.
As arrows in the hand of a high-headed man,
so are the tent-builders of youth.
Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them.
They won’t be disappointed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.

Psalm 128
A Song of Ascents.

Knelt-down-and-given-to is everyone who inwardly-flows-before Ieue,
who walks in his ways.
For you will eat the labor of your hands.
You will be happy, and it will be well with you.
Your woman will be as a fruitful vine,
in the innermost parts of your house;
your tent-builders like olive plants,
around your table.
Behold, thus is the man knelt-down-and-given-to who inwardly-flows-before Ieue.
May Ieue kneel-to-give to you out of Tsiyon,
and may you see the functional things of Yerusalem all the days of your filled-stomach.
Yes, may you see your tent-builders’s tent-builders.
Completeness be upon Isharal.

Psalm 129
A Song of Ascents.

Many times they have afflicted me from my youth up.
Let Isharal now say,
many times they have afflicted me from my youth up,
yet they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed on my back.
They made their furrows long.
Ieue is straight-pathed.
He has cut apart the cords of the wicked.
Let them be disappointed and turned backward,
all those who hate Tsiyon.
Let them be as the grass on the housetops,
which withers before it grows up;
with which the reaper doesn’t fill his hand,
nor he who binds sheaves, his bosom.
Neither do those who go by say,
The kneeling-down-to-give of Ieue be on you.
We kneel-to-give to you in the name of Ieue.

Psalm 130
A Song of Ascents.

Out of the depths I have cried to you, Ieue.
Strongest-Lifebringer, hear my voice.
Let your ears be attentive to the voice of my petitions.
If you, Ie, kept a record of missed-targets,
Strongest-Lifebringer, who could stand?
But there is lifting-off with you,
therefore you are inwardly-flowed-before.
I wait for Ieue.
My breathing-throat waits.
I hope in his word.
My breathing-throat longs for the Strongest-Lifebringer more than watchmen long for the morning;
more than watchmen for the morning.
Isharal, hope in Ieue,
for with Ieue there is mercy.
With him is abundant redemption.
He will redeem Isharal from all their missed-targets.

Psalm 131
A Song of Ascents. By Duid.

Ieue, my inner-guide isn’t haughty, nor my eyes lofty;
nor do I concern myself with great matters,
or things too wonderful for me.
Surely I have stilled and quieted my breathing-throat,
like a weaned tent-builder with his strong-womb,
like a weaned tent-builder is my breathing-throat within me.
Isharal, hope in Ieue,
from this time forth and to the horizon.

Psalm 132
A Song of Ascents.

Ieue, remember Duid and all his affliction,
how he swore to Ieue,
and vowed to the Strong-Guide of Eoqub:
Surely I will not come into the structure of my house,
nor go up into my bed;
I will not give sleep to my eyes,
or slumber to my eyelids;
until I find out a place for Ieue,
a dwelling for the Strong-Guide of Eoqub.
Behold, we heard of it in Ephrathah.
We found it in the field of Yaar:
We will go into his dwelling place.
We will flatten-ourselves to his footstool.
Arise, Ieue, into your resting place;
you, and the ark of your strength.
Let your priest be clothed with straight-pathedness.
Let your separated-ones shout for joy!
For your servant Duid’s sake,
don’t turn away the face of your anointed one.
Ieue has sworn to Duid in firmness.
He will not turn from it:
I will set the fruit of your loins on your throne.
If your tent-builders will keep my pieces-to-pass-through,
my testimony that I will teach them,
their tent-builders also will sit on your throne to the horizon.
For Ieue has chosen Tsiyon.
He has desired it for his habitation.
This is my resting place to the future.
Here I will fill-the-stomach, for I have desired it.
I will abundantly kneel-to-give to her provision.
I will satisfy her poor with bread.
Her priests I will also clothe with deliverance.
Her separated-ones will shout aloud for joy.
There I will make the horn of Duid to bud.
I have ordained a lamp for my anointed.
I will clothe his enemies with shame,
but on himself, his crown will be resplendent.

Psalm 133
A Song of Ascents. By Duid.

See how functional and how pleasant it is
for male-strong-protectors to fill-the-stomach together in unity!
It is like the precious oil on the head,
that ran down on the beard,
even Aharon’s beard;
that came down on the edge of his robes;
like the dew of Chermon,
that comes down on the hills of Tsiyon:
for there Ieue kneels-down-to-give,
even a filled-stomach to the horizon.

Psalm 134
A Song of Ascents.

Look! Praise Ieue, all you servants of Ieue,
who stand by night in Ieue’s house!
Lift up your hands in the sanctuary.
Praise Ieue!
May Ieue kneel-to-give to you from Tsiyon;
even he who made the sky and the land.

Psalm 135
Praise Ie!
Praise the name of Ieue!
Praise him, you servants of Ieue,
you who stand in the house of Ieue,
in the courts of our Strongest-Yoked-Guide’s house.
Praise Ie, for Ieue is functional.
Sing praises to his name, for that is pleasant.
For Ie has chosen Eoqub for himself;
Isharal for his own possession.
For I know that Ieue is great,
that our Strongest-Lifebringer is above all strong-yoked-guides.
Whatever Ieue pleased, that he has done,
in the sky and in the land, in the seas and in all the watery deeps;
who causes the clouds to rise from the ends of the land;
who makes lightnings with the rain;
who brings forth the wind out of his treasuries;
Who struck the firstborn of Matsrim,
both of man and animal;
Who sent signs and wonders into the midst of you, Matsrim,
on Paroh, and on all his servants;
who struck many nations,
and killed staunch male-authorities-that-guide-the-people,
Siychon male-authority-that-guides-the-people of the Emoriy,
Og male-authority-that-guides-the-people of Bashan,
and all the authorities-to-guide-the-people of Kanon,
and gave their land for a heritage,
a heritage to Isharal, his people.
Your name, Ieue, endures to the horizon;
your renown, Ieue, throughout all circles-of-men.
For Ieue will judge his people,
and have compassion on his servants.
The idols of the nations are silver and gold,
the work of men’s hands.
They have mouths, but they can’t speak.
They have eyes, but they can’t see.
They have ears, but they can’t give ear;
neither is there any wind in their mouths.
Those who make them will be like them;
yes, everyone who trusts in them.
House of Isharal, praise Ieue!
House of Aharon, praise Ieue!
House of Leviy, praise Ieue!
You who's gut-flows-before Ieue, praise Ieue!
Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue from Tsiyon,
Who dwells at Yerusalem.
Praise Ie!


Psalm 136
Give thanks to Ieue, for he is functional;
for his mercy endures to the horizon.
Give thanks to the Strongest-Yoked-Guide of strong-yoked-guides;
for his mercy endures to the horizon.
Give thanks to the Strongest-Lifebringer of strong-lifebringers;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who alone does great wonders;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who by understanding made the skies;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who spread out the land above the waters;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who made the great lights;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
The sun to rule by day;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
The moon and stars to rule by night;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who struck down the Mitsriy firstborn;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
And brought out Isharal from among them;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
With a strong hand, and with an outstretched arm;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who divided the Red Sea apart;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
And made Isharal to pass through its midst;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
But overthrew Paroh and his army in the Red Sea;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who led his people through the wilderness;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
To him who struck great male-authorities-that-guide-the-people;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
And killed mighty male-authorities-that-guide-the-people;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
Siychon male-authority-that-guides-the-people of the Emoriy;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
Og male-authority-that-guides-the-people of Bashan;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
And gave their land as an inheritance;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
Even a heritage to Isharal his servant;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
Who remembered us in our low estate;
for his mercy endures to the horizon;
And has delivered us from our adversaries;
for his mercy endures to the horizon:
Who gives food to every creature;
for his mercy endures to the horizon.
Oh give thanks to the Strong-Guide of the sky;
for his mercy endures to the horizon.

Psalm 137
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down.
Yes, we wept, when we remembered Tsiyon.
On the willows in its midst,
we hung up our harps.
For there, those who led us captive asked us for songs.
Those who tormented us demanded songs of joy:
Sing us one of the songs of Tsiyon!
How can we sing Ieue’s song in a foreign land?
If I forget you, Yerusalem,
let my right hand forget its skill.
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don’t remember you;
if I don’t prefer Yerusalem above my chief joy.
Remember, Ieue, against the tent-builders of Edom,
the day of Yerusalem;
who said, Raze it!
Raze it even to its foundation!
Daughter of Babylon, doomed to destruction,
he will be happy who rewards you,
as you have served us.
Happy shall he be,
who takes and dashes your little ones against the rock.
Psalm 138
By Duid.

I will give you thanks with my whole inner-guide.
Before the strong-yoked-guides, I will sing praises to you.
I will flatten-myself toward your separated temple,
and give thanks to your Name for your bent-neck and for your firmness;
for you have exalted your Name and your Word above all.
In the day that I called, you answered me.
You encouraged me with strength in my breathing-throat.
All the male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of the land will give you thanks, Ieue,
for they have heard the words of your mouth.
Yes, they will sing of the ways of Ieue;
for great is Ieue’s weightiness.
For though Ieue is high, yet he looks after the lowly;
but the proud, he knows from afar.
Though I walk in the midst of trouble, you will revive me.
You will stretch forth your hand against the wrath of my enemies.
Your right hand will deliver me.
Ieue will fulfill that which concerns me;
your mercy, Ieue, endures to the horizon.
Don’t forsake the works of your own hands.

Psa139
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.

Ieue, you have searched me,
and you know me.
You know my sitting down and my rising up.
You perceive my thoughts from afar.
You search out my path and my lying down,
and are acquainted with all my ways.
For there is not a word on my tongue,
but, behold, Ieue, you know it altogether.
You hem me in behind and before.
You laid your hand on me.
This knowledge is beyond me.
It’s lofty.
I can’t attain it.
Where could I go from your wind?
Or where could I flee from your presence?
If I ascend up into the sky, you are there.
If I make my bed in the unseen-realm, behold, you are there!
If I take the wings of the dawn,
and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;
Even there your hand will lead me,
and your right hand will hold me.
If I say, Surely the darkness will overwhelm me;
the light around me will be night;
even the darkness doesn’t hide from you,
but the night shines as the day.
The darkness is like light to you.
For you formed my inmost being.
You knit me together in my strong-womb’s loins.
I will give thanks to you,
for I am made in a state of inner-flowing and wonder.
Your works are wonderful.
My breathing-throat knows that very well.
My frame wasn’t hidden from you,
when I was made in secret,
woven together in the depths of the land.
Your eyes saw my body.
In your mouth-support they were all written,
the days that were ordained for me,
when as yet there were none of them.
How precious to me are your thoughts, O Strong-Guide!
How vast is their sum!
If I would count them, they are more in number than the sand.
When I wake up, I am still with you.
If only you, the Strong-Yoked-Guide, would kill the wicked.
Get away from me, you bloodthirsty men!
For they speak against you wickedly.
Your enemies take your name in vain.
Ieue, don’t I hate those who hate you?
Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?
I hate them with perfect hatred.
They have become my enemies.
Search me, O Strong-Guide, and know my inner-guide.
Try me, and know my thoughts.
See if there is any wicked way in me,
and lead me in the horizonal way.

Psalm 140
For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by Duid.

Deliver me, Ieue, from the dysfunctional man.
Preserve me from the violent man;
those who devise mischief in their inner-guides.
They continually gather themselves together for war.
They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent.
Viper’s poison is under their lips.
Weigh This.
Ieue, keep me from the hands of the wicked.
Preserve me from the violent men who have determined to trip my feet.
The proud have hidden a snare for me,
they have spread the cords of a net by the path.
They have set traps for me.
Weigh This.
I said to Ieue, You are my Strong-Guide.
Give ear to the cry of my petitions, Ieue.
Ieue, the Strongest-Lifebringer, the strength of my deliverance,
you have covered my head in the day of battle.
Ieue, don’t grant the desires of the wicked.
Don’t let their dysfunctional plans succeed, or they will become proud.
Weigh This.
As for the head of those who surround me,
let the mischief of their own lips cover them.
Let burning coals fall on them.
Let them be thrown into the fire,
into miry pits, from where they never rise.
A dysfunctional speaker won’t be established in the land.
Dysfunction will hunt the violent man to overthrow him.
I know that Ieue will maintain the cause of the afflicted,
and justice for the needy.
Surely the straight-pathed will give thanks to your name.
The upright will dwell in your presence.

Psalm 141
A Psalm by Duid.

Ieue, I have called on you.
Come to me quickly!
Give ear to my voice when I call to you.
Let my prayer be set before you like incense;
the lifting up of my hands like the evening slaughter.
Set a watch, Ieue, before my mouth.
Keep the door of my lips.
Don’t incline my inner-guide to any dysfunctional thing,
to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity.
Don’t let me eat of their delicacies.
Let the straight-pathed strike me, it is bent-neck;
let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head;
don’t let my head refuse it;
Yet my prayer is always against dysfunctional deeds.
Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock.
They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.
As when one plows and breaks up the land,
our bones are scattered at the mouth of the unseen-realm.
For my eyes are on you, Ieue, the Strongest-Lifebringer.
In you, I take refuge.
Don’t leave my breathing-throat destitute.
Keep me from the snare which they have laid for me,
from the traps of the workers of iniquity.
Let the wicked fall together into their own nets,
while I pass by.

Psalm 142
A contemplation by Duid, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

I cry with my voice to Ieue.
With my voice, I seek Ieue for encampment.
I pour out my complaint before him.
I tell him my troubles.
When my wind was overwhelmed within me,
you knew my path.
In the way in which I walk,
they have hidden a snare for me.
Look on my right, and see;
for there is no one who is concerned for me.
Refuge has fled from me.
No one cares for my breathing-throat.
I cried to you, Ieue.
I said, You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the filled-stomachs.
Attend to my cry,
for I am in desperate need.
deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than me.
Bring my breathing-throat out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name.
The straight-pathed will surround me,
for you will be functional to me.

Psalm 143
A Psalm by Duid.

Hear my prayer, Ieue.
Give ear to my petitions.
In your steadiness and straight-pathedness, relieve me.
Don’t enter into judgment with your servant,
for in your sight no stomach-filled one is straight-pathed.
For the enemy pursues my breathing-throat.
He has struck my filled-stomach down to the ground.
He has made me fill-the-stomach in dark places, as those who have been long stomach-emptied.
Therefore my wind is overwhelmed within me.
My inner-guide within me is desolate.
I remember the days of old.
I meditate on all your doings.
I contemplate the work of your hands.
I spread forth my hands to you.
My breathing-throat thirsts for you, like a parched land.
Weigh This.
Hurry to answer me, Ieue.
My wind fails.
Don’t hide your face from me,
so that I don’t become like those who go down into the pit.
Cause me to hear your mercy in the morning,
for I trust in you.
Cause me to know the way in which I should walk,
for I lift up my breathing-throat to you.
Deliver me, Ieue, from my enemies.
I flee to you to hide me.
Teach me to do your will,
for you are my Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
Your wind is functional.
Lead me in the land of uprightness.
Revive me, Ieue, for your name’s sake.
In your straight-pathedness, bring my breathing-throat out of trouble.
In your mercy, cut off my enemies,
and destroy all those who afflict my breathing-throat,
For I am your servant.

Psalm 144
By Duid.

Knelt-down-and-given-to be Ieue, my rock,
who teaches my hands to war,
and my fingers to battle:
my mercy, my fortress,
my high tower, my deliverer,
my shield, and he in whom I take refuge;
who subdues my people under me.
Ieue, what is man, that you care for him?
Or the male-tent-continuer of man, that you think of him?
Man is like a wind.
His days are like a shadow that passes away.
Part your skies, Ieue, and come down.
Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.
Throw out lightning, and scatter them.
Send out your arrows, and rout them.
Stretch out your hand from above,
rescue me, and deliver me out of great waters,
out of the hands of foreigners;
whose mouths speak deceit,
Whose right hand is a right hand of what-is-empty.
I will sing a new song to you, Strongest-Yoked-Guide.
On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.
You are he who gives deliverance to male-authorities-that-guide-the-people,
who rescues Duid, his servant, from the deadly sword.
Rescue me, and deliver me out of the hands of foreigners,
whose mouths speak deceit,
whose right hand is a right hand of what-is-empty.

Then our male-tent-continuers will be like well-nurtured plants,
our female-tent-continuers like pillars carved to adorn a palace.
Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision.
Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.
Our oxen will pull heavy loads.
There is no breaking in, and no going away,
and no outcry in our streets.
Happy are the people who are in such a situation.
Happy are the people whose Strongest-Yoked-Guide is Ieue.

Psalm 145
A praise psalm by Duid.

I will exalt you, my Strongest-Yoked-Guide, the Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People.
I will praise your name to the horizon, and beyond.
Every day I will praise you.
I will extol your name to the horizon, and beyond.
Great is Ieue, and greatly to be praised!
His greatness is unsearchable.
One circle-of-men will commend your works to another,
and will declare your mighty acts.
Of the weighty beauty of your splendor,
of your wondrous works, I will meditate.
Men will speak of the might of your awesome acts.
I will declare your greatness.
They will utter the memory of your great functionality,
and will sing of your straight-pathedness.
Ieue is encamping, moving-boweled,
slow to nose-flaring, and of abundant bent-neck.
Ieue is functional to all.
His moving-bowels are over all his works.
All your works will give thanks to you, Ieue.
Your separated-ones will extol you.
They will speak of the weightiness of your authority-to-guide-the-people,
and talk about your power;
to make known to the male-tent-continuers of men his mighty acts,
the weightiness of the beauty of his authority-to-guide-the-people.
Your authority-to-guide-the-people is a horizonal authority-to-guide-the-people.
Your dominion endures throughout all circles-of-men.
Ieue is supportive in all his words,
and gift-caring in all his deeds.
Ieue upholds all who fall,
and raises up all those who are bowed down.
The eyes of all wait for you.
You give them their food in due season.
You open your hand,
and satisfy the desire of every stomach-filled thing.
Ieue is straight-pathed in all his ways,
and encamping in all his works.
Ieue is near to all those who call on him,
to all who call on him in firmness.
He will fulfill the desire of those who's gut-flows-before him.
He also will hear their cry, and will deliver them.
Ieue preserves all those who care-for-the-gift-of him,
but all the wicked he will destroy.
My mouth will speak the praise of Ieue.
Let all flesh kneel-to-give to his separated name to the horizon, and beyond.

Psalm 146
Praise Ie!
Praise Ieue, my breathing-throat.
While I fill-the-stomach, I will praise Ieue.
I will sing praises to my Strongest-Yoked-Guide as long as I exist.
Don’t put your trust in princes,
each a male-tent-continuer of man in whom there is no help.
His wind departs, and he returns to the land.
In that very day, his thoughts perish.
Happy is he who has the Strong-Guide of Eoqub for his help,
whose hope is in Ieue, his Strongest-Yoked-Guide:
who made the sky and the land,
the sea, and all that is in them;
who keeps firmness to the horizon;
who executes justice for the oppressed;
who gives food to the hungry.
Ieue frees the prisoners.
Ieue opens the eyes of the blind.
Ieue raises up those who are bowed down.
Ieue cares-for-the-gift-of the straight-pathed.
Ieue preserves the foreigners.
He upholds the fatherless and widow,
but the way of the wicked he turns upside down.
Ieue will reign to the horizon;
your Strongest-Yoked-Guide, O Tsiyon, to all circles-of-men.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 147
Praise Ie,
for it is functional to sing praises to our Strongest-Yoked-Guide;
for it is pleasant and fitting to praise him.
Ieue builds up Yerusalem.
He gathers together the outcasts of Isharal.
He heals the broken in inner-guide,
and binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars.
He calls them all by their names.
Great is our Strongest-Lifebringer, and mighty in power.
His understanding is infinite.
Ieue upholds the humble.
He brings the wicked down to the ground.
Sing to Ieue with thanksgiving.
Sing praises on the harp to our Strongest-Yoked-Guide,
who covers the sky with clouds,
who prepares rain for the land,
who makes grass grow on the mountains.
He provides food for the livestock,
and for the young ravens when they call.
He doesn’t delight in the strength of the horse.
He takes no pleasure in the legs of a man.
Ieue takes pleasure in those who's gut-flows-before him,
in those who hope in his mercy.
Praise Ieue, Yerusalem!
Praise your Strongest-Yoked-Guide, Tsiyon!
For he has strengthened the bars of your gates.
He has kneeled-to-give to your tent-builders within you.
He makes completeness in your borders.
He fills you with the finest of the wheat.
He sends out his directive to the land.
His word runs very swiftly.
He gives snow like wool,
and scatters frost like ashes.
He hurls down his hail like pebbles.
Who can stand before his cold?
He sends out his word, and melts them.
He causes his wind to blow, and the waters flow.
He shows his word to Eoqub;
his statutes and his ordinances to Isharal.
He has not done this for just any nation.
They don’t know his ordinances.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 148
Praise Ie!
Praise Ieue from the skies!
Praise him in the heights!
Praise him, all his messengers!
Praise him, all his army!
Praise him, sun and moon!
Praise him, all you shining stars!
Praise him, you skies of skies,
You waters that are above the skies.
Let them praise the name of Ieue,
For he directed, and they were fattened.
He has also established them to the horizon, and beyond.
He has made a decree which will not pass away.
Praise Ieue from the land,
you great sea creatures, and all watery deeps!
Fire and hail, snow and clouds;
stormy wind, fulfilling his word;
mountains and all hills;
fruit trees and all cedars;
wild animals and all livestock;
small creatures and flying flyers;
male-authorities-that-guide-the-people of the land and all peoples;
princes and all judges of the land;
both young men and maidens;
old men and tent-builders:
let them praise the name of Ieue,
for his name alone is exalted.
His esteem is above the land and the skies.
He has lifted up the horn of his people,
the praise of all his separated-ones;
even of the tent-builders of Isharal, a people near to him.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 149
Praise Ieue!
Sing to Ieue a new song,
his praise in the called-out-assembly of the separated-ones.
Let Isharal rejoice in him who made them.
Let the tent-builders of Tsiyon be joyful in their Male-Authority-That-Guides-The-People.
Let them praise his name in the dance!
Let them sing praises to him with tambourine and harp!
For Ieue takes pleasure in his people.
He crowns the humble with deliverance.
Let the separated-ones rejoice in weightiness.
Let them sing for joy on their beds.
May the high praises of the Strong-Guide be in their mouths,
and a two-edged sword in their hand;
To execute vengeance on the nations,
and punishments on the peoples;
To bind their male-authorities-that-guide-the-people with chains,
and their weighty ones with fetters of iron;
to execute on them the written judgment.
All his separated-ones have this honor.
Praise Ie!

Psalm 150
Praise Ie!
Praise the Strong-Guide in his sanctuary!
Praise him in his skies for his acts of power!
Praise him for his mighty acts!
Praise him according to his excellent greatness!
Praise him with the sounding of the trumpet!
Praise him with harp and lyre!
Praise him with tambourine and dancing!
Praise him with stringed instruments and flute!
Praise him with loud cymbals!
Praise him with resounding cymbals!
Let everything that has wind praise Ie!
Praise Ie!