Ketuvim
Tehillim112
Psalms · Chapter 112
Praise ye 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH). Blessed
is the man
that feareth 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH),
that delighteth greatly in his mitsvot.
His seed shall be mighty upon earth: the generation of the upright shall be blessed.
Wealth and riches
shall be in his house: and his righteousness endureth for ever.
Unto the upright there ariseth light in the darkness:
he is
gracious, and full of compassion, and righteous.
A good man sheweth favour, and lendeth: he will guide his affairs with discretion.
Surely he shall not be moved for ever: the righteous shall be in everlasting remembrance.
He shall not be afraid of evil tidings: his heart is fixed, trusting in 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
His heart
is established, he shall not be afraid, until he see
his desire upon his enemies.
He hath dispersed, he hath given to the poor; his righteousness endureth for ever; his horn shall be exalted with honour.
The wicked shall see
it, and be grieved; he shall gnash with his teeth, and melt away: the desire of the wicked shall perish.
Ketuvim
Tehillim113
Psalms · Chapter 113
Praise ye 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH). Praise, O ye servants of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH), praise the name of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
Blessed be the name of 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) from this time forth and for evermore.
From the rising of the sun unto the going down of the same 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH)’S name
is to be praised.
𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH)
is high above all nations,
and his glory above the shamayim.
Who
is like unto 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH) our Elohim, who dwelleth on high,
Who humbleth
himself to behold
the things that are
in shamayim, and in the earth!
He raiseth up the poor out of the dust,
and lifteth the needy out of the dunghill;
That he may set
him with princes,
even with the princes of his people.
He maketh the barren woman to keep house,
and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 (YHWH).
Ketuvim
Tehillim114
Psalms · Chapter 114
When Yisra'el went out of Mitsrayim, the house of Ya'aqov from a people of strange language;
Judah was his sanctuary,
and Yisra'el his dominion.
The sea saw
it, and fled: Yarden was driven back.
The mountains skipped like rams,
and the little hills like lambs.
What
ailed thee, O thou sea, that thou fleddest? thou Yarden,
that thou wast driven back?
Ye mountains,
that ye skipped like rams;
and ye little hills, like lambs?
Tremble, thou earth, at the presence of the master, at the presence of the Elohim of Ya'aqov;
Which turned the rock
into a standing water, the flint into a fountain of waters.