O Yahweh, my heart is not exalted, and my eyes are not raised high;
And I do not involve myself in great matters,
Or in matters too marvelous for me.
Surely I have soothed and quieted my soul,
Like a weaned child with his mother,
Like a weaned child is my soul within me.
O Israel, wait for Yahweh
From now until forever.

Out of the depths I called to You, O Yahweh.
O Lord, hear my voice!
Let Your ears be attentive
To the voice of my supplications.
If You should keep iniquities, O Yah,
O Lord, who could stand?
But with You there is forgiveness,
That You may be feared.

I hope for Yahweh, my soul does hope,
And for His word do I wait.
My soul waits for the Lord
More than the watchmen for the morning,
The watchmen for the morning.

How blessed is everyone who fears Yahweh,
Who walks in His ways.
When you shall eat of the fruit of the labor of your hands,
How blessed will you be and how well will it be for you.
Your wife shall be like a fruitful vine
In the innermost parts of your house,
Your children like olive plants
All around your table.
Behold, for thus shall the man be blessed
Who fears Yahweh.
May Yahweh bless you from Zion,
That you may see the prosperity of Jerusalem all the days of your life.
Indeed, may you see your children’s children.
Peace be upon Israel!

Unless Yahweh builds the house,
They labor in vain who build it;
Unless Yahweh watches the city,
The watchman keeps awake in vain.
It is in vain that you rise up early,
That you sit out late,
O you who eat the bread of painful labors;
For in this manner, He gives sleep to His beloved.

Behold, children are an inheritance of Yahweh,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
How blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them;
They will not be ashamed
When they speak with enemies in the gate.

Those who sow in tears shall reap with shouts of joy.
He who goes to and fro weeping, carrying his bag of seed,
Shall indeed come again with a shout of joy, carrying his sheaves with him.

Our help is in the name of Yahweh,
Who made heaven and earth.

To You I lift up my eyes,
The One enthroned in the heavens!
Behold, as the eyes of slaves look to the hand of their master,
As the eyes of a servant-girl to the hand of her mistress,
So our eyes look to Yahweh our God,
Until He is gracious to us.

Be gracious to us, O Yahweh, be gracious to us,
For we are greatly saturated with contempt.
Our soul is greatly saturated
With the mockery of those who are at ease,
And with the contempt of the proud.

I was glad when they said to me,
“Let us go to the house of Yahweh.”
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Pray for the peace of Jerusalem:
“May they prosper who love you.
May peace be within your walls,
And tranquility within your palaces.”
For the sake of my brothers and my friends,
I will now say, “May peace be within you.”
For the sake of the house of Yahweh our God,
I will seek your good.

I will lift up my eyes to the mountains;
From where shall my help come?
My help comes from Yahweh,
Who made heaven and earth.
He will not allow your foot to stumble;
He who keeps you will not slumber.
Behold, He who keeps Israel
Will not slumber and will not sleep.

Yahweh is your keeper;
Yahweh is your shade on your right hand.
The sun will not strike you by day,
Nor the moon by night.
Yahweh will keep you from all evil;
He will keep your soul.
Yahweh will keep your going out and your coming in
From now until forever.

In my distress I called to Yahweh,
And He answered me.
O Yahweh, deliver my soul from a lying lip,
From a deceitful tongue.
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Too long has my soul had its dwelling
With those who hate peace.
I am for peace, but when I speak,
They are for war.