Praise Thee do peoples, O God, Praise Thee do peoples, all of them.
My soul liveth, and it doth praise Thee, And Thy judgments do help me.
Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!
I make mention of Thy name in all generations, Therefore do peoples praise Thee, To the age, and for ever!
Confess Thee do peoples, O God, Confess Thee do peoples — all of them.
Let not the oppressed turn back ashamed, Let the poor and needy praise Thy name,
And He saith, ‘It hath been a light thing That thou art to Me for a servant To raise up the tribes of Jacob, And the preserved of Israel to bring back, And I have given thee for a light of nations, To be My salvation unto the end of the earth.’
Therefore he doth give them out till the time She who bringeth forth hath brought forth, And the remnant of his brethren return to the sons of Israel.