1 Vnto the end, for wine presses, a Psalme to Asaph himselfe.
2 REioice to God our helper: make Iubilation to the God of Iacob.
3 Take ye Psalme, and giue timbrel: pleasant Psalter with the harpe.
4 Sound ye with trumpet in the new moone, in the notable day of your solemnitie.
5 Because it is a precept in Israel, and iudgement to the God of Iacob.
6 He put it for a testimonie in Ioseph, when he came out of the Land of Ægypt: he heard a tongue which he knew not.
7 He turned away his backe from burdens: his handes serued in baskettes.
8 In tribulation thou didest inuocate me, and I heard thee: I heard thee in the secret of the tempest: I proued thee at the water of contradiction.
9 Heare ô my people: and I wil contest thee: Israel if thou wilt heare me.
10 There shal be no new God in thee, neither shalt thou adore a strange God.
11 For I am the Lord thy God, which brought thee out of the land of Ægypt: dilate thy mouth and I wil fil it.
12 And my People heard not my voice: and Israel attended not to me.
13 And I let them alone, according to the desires of their hart, they shal goe in their owne inuentions.
14 If my people had heard me: if Israel had walked in my wayes:
15 I had for nothing, perhaps humbled their enemies: and had laide my hand vpon those that afflict them.
16 The enimies of our Lord haue lied to him: and their time shal be for euer.
17 And he fedde them of the fatte of corne: and out of the rocke, with honie he filled them.