In thy going up and down, it leadeth thee, In thy lying down, it watcheth over thee, And thou hast awaked -- it talketh `with' thee.
In my heart I have hid Thy saying, That I sin not before Thee.
Mine eyes have gone before the watches, To meditate in Thy saying.
Thy testimonies also `are' my delight, The men of my counsel!
Songs have been to me Thy statutes, In the house of my sojournings.
`Beth.' With what doth a young man purify his path? To observe -- according to Thy word.
`Mem.' O how I have loved Thy law! All the day it `is' my meditation.
As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;
I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me.
Send forth Thy light and Thy truth, They -- they lead me, they bring me in, Unto Thy holy hill, and unto Thy tabernacles.
Thoughtfulness doth watch over thee, Understanding doth keep thee,