To the chief singer. A psalm of Dawiḏ.
1 The shamayim are proclaiming the esteem of Ĕl;
And the expanse is declaring the work of His hand.
2 Day to day pours forth speech,
And night to night reveals knowledge.
3 There is no speech, and there are words,
Their voice is not heard.
4 Their line has gone out through all the earth,
And their words to the end of the world.
In them He put up a tent for the sun,
5 And it is like a bridegroom coming out of his room,
It rejoices like a strong man to run the path.
6 Its rising is from one end of the shamayim,
And its circuit to the other end;
And naught is hidden from its heat.
7 The Torah of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is perfect,
bringing back the being;
The Witness of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is trustworthy,
making wise the simple;
8 The Orders of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 are straight,
rejoicing the heart;
The Command of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is clear,
enlightening the eyes;
9 The reverence of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 is clean,
The Right-Rulings of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 are true,
They are righteous altogether,
10 More desirable than gold,
Than much fine gold;
And sweeter than honey and the honeycomb.
11 Also, Your servant is warned by them,
In guarding them there is great reward.
12 Who discerns mistakes?
Declare me innocent from those that are secret,
13 Also keep Your servant back from presumptuous ones,
Do not let them rule over me.
Then shall I be perfect,
and innocent of great transgression.
14 Let the words of my mouth
And the meditation of my heart
Be pleasing before You,
O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, my rock and my redeemer.