1I poured out praise to the Lord, because I am his.
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 cry to him with my whole heart, I will praise him 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 summit of the peaks 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, that he himself may be saved?
10Or who can press upon the Most High, that he may recite from his mouth?
11Who can interpret the wonders of the Lord? Though he who interprets be destroyed, yet that which was interpreted will remain.
12For it is enough to perceive and be satisfied, for the odists stand in serenity;
13Like a river which has an ever increasingly gushing spring, and flows to the relief of those who seek it. Hallelujah.