Till I come in to the sanctuaries of God, I attend to their latter end.
For what is the hope of the profane, When He doth cut off? When God doth cast off his soul?
The opening of Thy words enlighteneth, Instructing the simple.
Thy testimonies also are my delight, The men of my counsel!
One thing I asked of Jehovah--it I seek. My dwelling in the house of Jehovah, All the days of my life, To look on the pleasantness of Jehovah, And to inquire in His temple.
So in the sanctuary I have seen Thee, To behold Thy strength and Thine honour.
O God, in holiness is Thy way, Who is a great god like God?
And Thou art high to the age, O Jehovah.
The prophets have prophesied falsely, And the priests bear rule by their means, And My people have loved it so, And what do they at its latter end?
`And God said to him, Unthinking one! this night thy soul they shall require from thee, and what things thou didst prepare--to whom shall they be?