⁴⁴ Cobriste-te de nuvens, para que não passe a nossa oração.

⁸ Não te alegres, inimiga minha, a meu respeito; quando eu cair, levantar-me-ei; quando me sentar nas trevas, o Senhor será a minha luz.

⁶ Many say, "Who will show us any good?" Yahweh, let the light of your face shine on us.

⁷ You have put gladness in my heart, more than when their grain and their new wine are increased.

⁸ In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you, Yahweh alone, make me live in safety. For the Chief Musician, with the flutes. A Psalm by David.