Your ways, God, are holy. What god is as great as our God?
Sing to him, sing praise to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.
Cause me to understand the way of your precepts, that I may meditate on your wonderful deeds.
One thing I ask from the Lord, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the Lord all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the Lord and to seek him in his temple.
I have seen you in the sanctuary and beheld your power and your glory.
In front are the singers, after them the musicians; with them are the young women playing the timbrels.
Your righteousness, God, reaches to the heavens, you who have done great things. Who is like you, God?
till I entered the sanctuary of God; then I understood their final destiny.
Among the gods there is none like you, Lord; no deeds can compare with yours.
Who among the gods is like you, Lord? Who is like you— majestic in holiness, awesome in glory, working wonders?
With whom, then, will you compare God? To what image will you liken him?
“To whom will you compare me? Or who is my equal?” says the Holy One.
“With whom will you compare me or count me equal? To whom will you liken me that we may be compared?
For their rock is not like our Rock, as even our enemies concede.