| The steps of a good man are ordered by the Lord: and he delighteth in his way. | The Lord makes a man’s steps secure when he approves of his conduct. |
| For the Lord loveth judgment, and forsaketh not his saints; they are preserved for ever: but the seed of the wicked shall be cut off. | For the Lord loves the just, and he will not forsake his faithful ones. Those who follow evil paths will be destroyed, and the children of the wicked will be cut off. |
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| Lord, all my desire is before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee. | O Lord, all my longing is known to you, and my sighs are not hidden from you. |
| Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear unto my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears: for I am a stranger with thee, and a sojourner, as all my fathers were. | Hear my prayer, O Lord; do not be deaf to my cry or ignore my weeping. For I am a wayfarer before you, a nomad like all my ancestors. |
| I delight to do thy will, O my God: yea, thy law is within my heart. | To do your will, O God, is my delight; your law is in my heart. |
| Withhold not thou thy tender mercies from me, O Lord: let thy lovingkindness and thy truth continually preserve me. | O Lord, do not withhold your mercy from me; may your kindness and your truth keep me safe forever. |
| As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God. | As a deer longs for running streams, so my soul longs for you, O God. |
| My soul thirsteth for God, for the living God: when shall I come and appear before God? | My soul thirsts for God, the living God. When shall I come to behold the face of God? |
| Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterspouts: all thy waves and thy billows are gone over me. | The depths of the sea resound in the roar of your waterfalls; all your waves and your breakers sweep over me. |
| Yet the Lord will command his lovingkindness in the day time, and in the night his song shall be with me, and my prayer unto the God of my life. | During the day the Lord grants his kindness, and at night his praise is with me, a prayer to the living God. |
| Why art thou cast down, O my soul? and why art thou disquieted within me? hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him, who is the health of my countenance, and my God. | Why are you so disheartened, O my soul? Why do you sigh within me? Place your hope in God; for I will once again praise him, my Savior and my God. |
| For they got not the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them: but thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, because thou hadst a favour unto them. | It was not their own swords that won them the land, nor did their own arms make them victorious; rather, it was your right hand and your arm and the light of your face, because you loved them. |
