Psalms 19 · תהילים

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David.

The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament proclaims his handiwork.

Day to day utters speech, and night to night expresses knowledge.

There is no speech nor are there words; their voice is not heard.

Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words to the end of the world. In them he has set a tent for the sun,

which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, and rejoices like a strong man to run a race.

His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit to the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from his heat.

The Tora of the Lord is perfect, restoring the soul: the testimony of the Lord is sure, making wise the simple.

The statutes of the Lord are right, rejoicing the heart: the commandment of the Lord is pure, enlightening the eyes.

The fear of the Lord is clean, enduring forever: the judgments of the Lord are true and are righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, even much fine gold: sweeter also than honey and the honeycomb.

Moreover by them is Thy servant enlightened: and in keeping of them there is great reward.

Who can discern errors? cleanse Thou me from secret faults.

Keep back Thy servant also from presumptuous sins; let them not have dominion over me: then shall I be upright, and I shall be clear of much transgression.

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in Thy sight, O Lord, my rock, and my redeemer.