Before I am afflicted, I -- I am erring, And now Thy saying I have kept.
Good for me that I have been afflicted, That I might learn Thy statutes.
At midnight I rise to give thanks to Thee, For the judgments of Thy righteousness.
Consumed have been mine eyes for Thy word, Saying, `When doth it comfort me?'
For I have been as a bottle in smoke, Thy statutes I have not forgotten.
How many `are' the days of Thy servant? When dost Thou execute Against my pursuers judgment? The proud have digged for me pits, That `are' not according to Thy law.
If I walk in the midst of distress Thou quickenest me, Against the anger of mine enemies Thou sendest forth Thy hand, And Thy right hand doth save me.
For Jehovah is pleased with His people, He beautifieth the humble with salvation.
Exult do saints in honour, They sing aloud on their beds.
The exaltation of God `is' in their throat, And a two-edged sword in their hand.
To do vengeance among nations, Punishments among the peoples.
To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured one s with fetters of iron,
To do among them the judgment written, An honour it `is' for all his saints. Praise ye Jah!