JuliaSmith(i)
1 To the overseer; a song of chanting. Shout ye for joy to God, all the earth:
2 Play ye on the harp, the glory of his name: set the glory of his praise.
3 Say to God, How terrible thy works! in the multitude of thy strength thine enemies shall lie to thee.
4 All the earth shall worship to thee, and they shall play on the harp to thee; they shall play on the harp to thy name. Silence.
5 Come and see ye the works of God: terrible the doing upon the sons of man.
6 He turned the sea into dry land: they will pass through the river on foot: there we shall rejoice in him.
7 Ruling by his strength forever; his eyes will look about upon the nations: they turning away shall not lift up for themselves. Silence.
8 Ye peoples bless our God, and cause the voice of his praise to be heard.
9 He set our soul in life, and he gave not our feet to waver.
10 For thou didst try us, O God, thou didst prove us as purifying of silver.
11 Thou broughtest us into the net; thou didst set a heavy burden upon our loins.
12 Thou didst cause men to ride upon our head; we went through fire and through water: and thou wilt bring us forth to abundance.
13 I will go into thine house with 'burnt-offerings: I will repay to thee my vows,
14 Which my lips opened and my month spake in straits to me.
15 I will bring up to thee burnt-offerings of marrows with incense of rams; I will do oxen with he goats. Silence.
16 Come, hear, and I will recount, all ye fearing God, what he did for my soul
17 I called to him with my mouth, and he was lifted up under my tongue.
18 If I saw vanity in my heart, Jehovah will not hear.
19 Surely God heard; he attended upon the voice of my prayer.
20 Praised be God who turned not away my prayer, and his mercy from me.