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?