Psalm 19

¹To the Overseer.—A Psalm of David. The heavens are recounting the honour of God, And the work of His hands The expanse is declaring.

²Day to day uttereth speech, And night to night sheweth knowledge.

³There is no speech, and there are no words. Their voice hath not been heard.

⁴Into all the earth hath their line gone forth, And to the end of the world their sayings, For the sun He placed a tent in them,

⁵And he, as a bridegroom, goeth out from his covering, He rejoiceth as a mighty one To run the path.

⁶From the end of the heavens is his going out, And his revolution is unto their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.

⁷The law of Jehovah is perfect, refreshing the soul, The testimonies of Jehovah are stedfast, Making wise the simple,

⁸The precepts of Jehovah are upright, Rejoicing the heart, The command of Jehovah is pure, enlightening the eyes,

⁹The fear of Jehovah is clean, standing to the age, The judgments of Jehovah are true, They have been righteous—together.

¹⁰They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.

¹¹Also—Thy servant is warned by them, ‘In keeping them is a great reward.’

¹²Errors! who doth understand? From hidden ones declare me innocent,

¹³Also—from presumptuous ones keep back Thy servant, Let them not rule over me, Then am I perfect, And declared innocent of much transgression,

¹⁴Let the sayings of my mouth, And the meditation of my heart, Be for a pleasing thing before Thee, O Jehovah, my rock, and my redeemer!

Psalm 20