When the Lord turned again the captivity of Sion *
then were we like unto them that dream.
Then was our mouth filled with laughter *
and our tongue with joy.
Then said they among the heathen *
The Lord hath done great things for them.
Yea, the Lord hath done great things for us already *
whereof we rejoice.
Turn our captivity, O Lord *
as the rivers in the south.
They that sow in tears *
shall reap in joy.
He that now goeth on his way weeping, and beareth forth good seed *
shall doubtless come again with joy, and bring his sheaves with him.
Except the Lord build the house *
their labour is but lost that build it.
Except the Lord keep the city *
the watchman waketh but in vain.
It is but lost labour that ye haste to rise up early, and so late take rest, and eat the bread of carefulness *
for so he giveth his beloved sleep.
Lo, children and the fruit of the womb *
are an heritage and gift that cometh of the Lord.
Like as the arrows in the hand of the giant *
even so are the young children.
Happy is the man that hath his quiver full of them *
they shall not be ashamed when they speak with their enemies in the gate.
Blessed are all they that fear the Lord *
and walk in his ways.
For thou shalt eat the labours of thine hands *
O well is thee, and happy shalt thou be.
Thy wife shall be as the fruitful vine *
upon the walls of thine house.
Thy children like the olive-branches *
round about thy table.
Lo, thus shall the man be blessed *
that feareth the Lord.
The Lord from out of Sion shall so bless thee *
that thou shalt see Jerusalem in prosperity all thy life long.
Yea, that thou shalt see thy children’s children *
and peace upon Israel.
Many a time have they fought against me from my youth up *
may Israel now say.
Yea, many a time have they vexed me from my youth up *
but they have not prevailed against me.
The plowers plowed upon my back *
and made long furrows.
But the righteous Lord *
hath hewn the snares of the ungodly in pieces.
Let them be confounded and turned backward *
as many as have evil will at Sion.
Let them be even as the grass growing upon the house-tops *
which withereth afore it be plucked up;
Whereof the mower filleth not his hand *
neither he that bindeth up the sheaves his bosom.
So that they who go by say not so much as, The Lord prosper you *
we wish you good luck in the Name of the Lord.
Out of the deep have I called unto thee, O Lord *
Lord, hear my voice.
O let thine ears consider well *
the voice of my complaint.
If thou, Lord, wilt be extreme to mark what is done amiss *
O Lord, who may abide it?
For there is mercy with thee *
therefore shalt thou be feared.
I look for the Lord; my soul doth wait for him *
in his word is my trust.
My soul fleeth unto the Lord *
before the morning watch, I say, before the morning watch.
O Israel, trust in the Lord, for with the Lord there is mercy *
and with him is plenteous redemption.
And he shall redeem Israel *
from all his sins.
Domine, non est
Lord, I am not high-minded *
I have no proud looks.
I do not exercise myself in great matters *
which are too high for me.
But I refrain my soul, and keep it low, like as a child that is weaned from his mother *
yea, my soul is even as a weaned child.
O Israel, trust in the Lord *
from this time forth for evermore.