¹Praise waiteth for thee, O God, in Sion: and unto thee shall the vow be performed.

¹Laulujuhatajale: Taaveti laul ja lauluviis.

²O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.

²Vaikse meelega kiidetakse sind, Jumal, Siionis ning tasutakse sulle tõotused.

³Iniquities prevail against me: as for our transgressions, thou shalt purge them away.

³Sina kuuled palvet, sinu juurde tuleb kõik liha.

⁴Blessed is the man whom thou choosest, and causest to approach unto thee, that he may dwell in thy courts: we shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, even of thy holy temple.

⁴Minu süüteod on minust vägevamad, aga meie üleastumised annad sina andeks.

⁵By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation; who art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of them that are afar off upon the sea:

⁵Õnnis on see, kelle sina valid ja lased tulla enese ligi elama sinu õuedes; küll meid täidetakse su koja, su püha templi hüvedest.

⁶Which by his strength setteth fast the mountains; being girded with power:

⁶Kardetavate tegudega vastad sa meile õigluses, sa meie pääste Jumal, sa kõige ilmamaa otsade ja kauge mere lootus,

⁷Which stilleth the noise of the seas, the noise of their waves, and the tumult of the people.

⁷kes kinnitad mäed oma rammuga ja oled vöötatud vägevusega,

⁸They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

⁸kes vaigistad mere kohisemise, selle lainete mühina ja rahvaste möllu,

⁹Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.

⁹nõnda et ilmamaa äärte elanikud kardavad su imetähti. Päikese tõusu ja loojaku maad sa paned rõõmsasti hõiskama.

¹⁰Thou waterest the ridges thereof abundantly: thou settlest the furrows thereof: thou makest it soft with showers: thou blessest the springing thereof.

¹⁰Sina oled maa eest hoolitsenud ja seda jootnud; sa teed selle väga rikkaks. Jumala veesooned on täis vett; sa valmistad nende uudsevilja, kui sa nõnda maad valmistad,

¹¹Thou crownest the year with thy goodness; and thy paths drop fatness.

¹¹kastes selle vagusid ja pudendades selle mullapanku. Vihmapiiskadega sa teed maa pehmeks ning õnnistad selle kasvu.

¹²They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness: and the little hills rejoice on every side.

¹²Sa ehid aasta oma headusega ja su jäljed tilguvad õli.

¹³The pastures are clothed with flocks; the valleys also are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, they also sing.

¹³Rohtla vainud haljendavad ja kingud vöötavad end ilutsemisega,

¹⁴nurmed rõivastuvad lambakarjadesse ja orud mähkuvad vilja; nad hõiskavad, nad laulavadki.