Your Name, O Most High, To declare Your kindness in the morning, || And Your faithfulness in the nights. On ten strings and on stringed instrument, || On higgaion, with harp. For You have caused me to rejoice, O YHWH, in Your work, || I sing concerning the works of Your hands. How great Your works have been, O YHWH, || Your thoughts have been very deep. A brutish man does not know, || And a fool does not understand this— When the wicked flourish as an herb, || And all workers of iniquity