1I poured out praise to the Lord, because I am His own.
2And I will recite His holy ode, because my heart is with Him.
3For His harp is in my hand, and the odes of His rest shall not be silent.
4I will call unto Him with all my heart, I will praise and exalt Him with all my members.
5For from the East and unto the West is His praise;
6Also from the South and unto the North is His thanksgiving.
7Even from the crest of the summits and unto their extremity is His perfection.
8Who can write the odes of the Lord, or who can read them?
9Or who can train himself for life, so that he himself may be saved?
10Or who can press upon the Most High, so that He would recite from His mouth?
11Who can interpret the wonders of the Lord? Though he who interprets will be destroyed, yet that which was interpreted will remain.
12For it suffices to perceive and be satisfied, for the odists stand in serenity;
13Like a river which has an increasingly gushing spring, and flows to the relief of them that seek it.
14Hallelujah.