Your Name. As [with] milk and fatness is my soul satisfied, || And [with] singing lips my mouth praises. If I have remembered You on my bed, || I meditate on You in the watches. For You have been a help to me, || And I sing in the shadow of Your wings. My soul has cleaved after You, || Your right hand has taken hold on me. And they who seek my soul for desolation, || Go into the lower parts of the earth. They cause him to run on the edge of the sword, || They are a portion for foxes.