Psalms 118

1 Give thanks to the Lord for his goodness, his kindness endures forever.

Give ye thanks to Jehovah, For good, for to the age [is] His kindness.

2 Let the house of Israel now say: his kindness endures forever.

I pray you, let Israel say, That, to the age [is] His kindness.

3 Let the house of Aaron now say: his kindness endures forever.

I pray you, let the house of Aaron say, That, to the age [is] His kindness.

4 Let those who fear the Lord now say: his kindness endures forever.

I pray you, let those fearing Jehovah say, That, to the age [is] His kindness.

5 Out of straits I called on the Lord, the Lord answered and gave me room.

From the straitness I called Jah, Jah answered me in a broad place.

6 The Lord is mine; I am fearless. What can mere people do to me?

Jehovah [is] for me, I do not fear what man doth to me.

7 The Lord is mine, as my help: I shall feast my eyes on my foes.

Jehovah [is] for me among my helpers, And I — I look on those hating me.

8 It is better to hide in the Lord than to trust in mortals.

Better to take refuge in Jehovah than to trust in man,

9 It is better to hide in the Lord than to put any trust in princes.

Better to take refuge in Jehovah, Than to trust in princes.

10 Everywhere heathen swarmed round me; in the name of the Lord I cut them down.

All nations have compassed me about, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

11 They swarmed, swarmed around me; in the name of the Lord I cut them down,

They have compassed me about, Yea, they have compassed me about, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

12 they swarmed around me like bees, they blazed like a fire of thorns: in the name of the Lord I cut them down.

They compassed me about as bees, They have been extinguished as a fire of thorns, In the name of Jehovah I surely cut them off.

13 Sore they pushed me, to make me fall; but the Lord gave me his help.

Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.

14 The Lord is my strength and my song, and he is become my salvation.

My strength and song [is] Jah, And He is to me for salvation.

15 Hark! In the tents of the righteous glad cries of victory are ringing. The hand of the Lord has wrought bravely,

A voice of singing and salvation, [Is] in the tents of the righteous, The right hand of Jehovah is doing valiantly.

16 the hand of the Lord is exalted, the hand of the Lord has wrought bravely.

The right hand of Jehovah is exalted, The right hand of Jehovah is doing valiantly.

17 I shall not die: nay, I shall live, to declare the works of the Lord.

I do not die, but live, And recount the works of Jah,

18 Though the Lord has chastened me sore, he has not given me over to death. (The Procession arrives at the Temple)

Jah hath sorely chastened me, And to death hath not given me up.

19 “Open to me the gates of victory. I would enter therein and give thanks to the Lord.” (The Welcome)

Open ye to me gates of righteousness, I enter into them — I thank Jah.

20 “This is the gate of the Lord: the righteous may enter therein;”

This [is] the gate to Jehovah, The righteous enter into it.

21 I thank you because you have heard me, and are become my salvation.

I thank Thee, for Thou hast answered me, And art to me for salvation.

22 The stone which the builders despised is become the head-stone of the corner.

A stone the builders refused Hath become head of a corner.

23 This has been wrought by the Lord; it is marvelous in our eyes.

From Jehovah hath this been, It [is] wonderful in our eyes,

24 This day is the Lord’s own creation: in it let us joy and be glad.

This [is] the day Jehovah hath made, We rejoice and are glad in it.

25 O Lord, save us, we pray, O Lord, prosper, we pray.

I beseech Thee, O Jehovah, save, I pray Thee, I beseech Thee, O Jehovah, prosper, I pray Thee.

26 Blessed the one who enters in the name of the Lord. From the house of the Lord we bless you.

Blessed [is] he who is coming In the name of Jehovah, We blessed you from the house of Jehovah,

27 The Lord is God, he has given us light. Wreathe the dance with boughs, till they touch the horns of the altar.

God [is] Jehovah, and He giveth to us light, Direct ye the festal-sacrifice with cords, Unto the horns of the altar.

28 You are my God, I will thank you; O my God, I will exalt you.

My God Thou [art], and I confess Thee, My God, I exalt Thee.

29 Give thanks to the Lord for his goodness: his kindness endures forever.

Give ye thanks to Jehovah, For good, for to the age, [is] His kindness!