In the morning man shall grow up like grass; in the morning he shall flourish and pass away: in the evening he shall fall, grow dry, and wither.
And blessed be the name of his majesty for ever: and the whole earth shall be filled with his majesty. So be it. So be it.
There is none like to thee, O Lord: thou art great, and great is thy name in might.
What ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou didst flee: and thou, O Jordan, that thou wast turned back?
A psalm of a canticle, at the dedication of David's house.
Who is like to thee, among the strong, O Lord? Who is like to thee, glorious in holiness, terrible and praiseworthy, doing wonders?
Thou hast set our iniquities before thy eyes: our life in the light of thy countenance.
Unto the end, for Maeleth, understandings to David. The fool said in his heart: There is no God.
I said: O Lord, be thou merciful to me: heal my soul, for I have sinned against thee.