On a ten-stringed instrument, upon the psaltery, And on the harp with solemn sound, and grave sweet melody.
Praise God with harp, and unto him sing with the psaltery; Upon a ten-string'd instrument make ye sweet melody.
Before went singers, players next on instruments took way; And them among the damsels were that did on timbrels play.
The Lord is by the judgment known which he himself hath wrought: The sinners' hands do make the snares wherewith themselves are caught.
O let them unto his great name give praises in the dance; Let them with timbrel and with harp in songs his praise advance.
My glory wake; wake psalt'ry, harp; myself I'll early raise.
And I will say to God my rock, Why me forgett'st thou so? Why, for my foes' oppression, thus mourning do I go?