⁰To the choirmaster. A psalm of David.

¹The skies recount the weightiness of God, and the expanse declares the work of his hands.

²Day to day pours out speech, and night to night shows forth knowledge.

³There is no speech, and there are no words; their sound is not heard.

⁴In all the land their line has gone out, and at the end of the world their speech; for the sun he has set a tent in them.

⁵And he, like a bridegroom, is going forth from his chamber; he rejoices like a mighty man to run a path.

⁶From the end of the skies is his going forth, and his circuit is to their ends, and there is nothing hidden from his heat.

⁷The instruction of Yahweh is whole, bringing back the being; the testimony of Yahweh is reliable, making wise a simple person.

⁸The precepts of Yahweh are straight, making the heart glad; the commandment of Yahweh is pure, making the eyes shine.

⁹The fear of Yahweh is clean, standing for ever; the justice of Yahweh is reliable, they are righteous altogether.

¹⁰They are desirable, more than gold and more than much fine gold, and sweeter than honey and the dripping of the honeycombs.

¹¹Also your slave is warned by them; in keeping them there is great reward.

¹²Who will discern errors? From hidden ones leave me unpunished.

¹³Also from the arrogant keep back your slave; let them not rule over me; then I will be whole, and I will be free from guilt of great transgression.

¹⁴Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be for acceptance before your face, Yahweh, my rock and my redeemer.