To the chief Musician, A Mizmor of David.
THE heavens enumerate the glory of El; and the expanse shows his handywork.
Day unto day utters speech, and night unto night shows knowledge.
There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard.
Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them has he set a tabernacle for the sun,
Which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoices as a strong man to run a race.
His going forth is from the end of the heavens, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
The Torah of Yahuah is perfect, restoring the soul: the testimony of Yahuah is sure, making wise the simple.
The statutes of Yahuah are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of Yahuah is pure, enlightening the eyes.
The fear of Yahuah is clean, enduring forever: the judgments of Yahuah are true and righteous altogether.
More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.
Moreover by them is your servant warned: and in guarding of them there is great reward.
Who can understand his errors? cleanse me from secret faults.
Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be innocent from the great transgression.
Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in your sight, O Yahuah, my strength, and my Redeemer.