| 1 [Psalm Song For the Sabbath] It is good to give thanks to Yahweh, to make music for your name, MostHigh, |
| 2 ܛܒ ܠܡܘܕܝܘ ܠܡܪܝܐ ܘܠܡܙܡܪ ܠܫܡܟ ܡܪܝܡܐ | 2 to proclaim your faithful love at daybreak, and your constancy al through the night, |
| 3 ܠܡܚܘܝܘ ܒܨܦܪܐ ܛܝܒܘܬܟ ܘܗܝܡܢܘܬܟ ܒ̈ܠܝܠܘܬܐ | 3 on the lyre, the ten-stringed lyre, to the murmur of the harp. |
| 4 ܐܢܐ ܐܩܘܫ ܒܟܢܪܐ ܕܥܣܪ ܘܐܩܘܫ ܒܩܝܬܪܐ | 4 You have brought me joy, Yahweh, by your deeds, at the work of your hands I cry out, |
| 5 ܡܛܠ ܕܚܕܝܬܢܝ ܡܪܝܐ ܒܥܒ̈ܕܝܟ ܘܒܥܒܕ ܐ̈ܝܕܝܟ ܐܫܬܒܚ | 5 'How great are your works, Yahweh, immensely deep your thoughts!' |
| 6 ܡܐ ܪ̈ܘܪܒܝܢ ܥܒ̈ܕܝܟ ܡܪܝܐ ܘܛܒ ܥܡܝ̈ܩܢ ܡܚܫ̈ܒܬܟ | 6 Stupid people cannot realise this, fools do not grasp it. |
| 7 ܓܒܪܐ ܫܛܝܐ ܠܐ ܝܕܥ ܘܣܟܠܐ ܠܐ ܡܣܬܟܠ ܒܗܕܐ | 7 The wicked may sprout like weeds, and every evil-doer flourish, but only to be eternally destroyed; |
| 8 ܡܐ ܕܦܪܥܝܢ ܪ̈ܫܝܥܐ ܐܝܟ ܥܣܒܐ ܘܫܘܚܝܢ ܟܠ ܥܒ̈ܕܝ ܥܘܠܐ ܕܢܐܒܕܘܢ ܠܥܠܡ ܥܠܡܝܢ | 8 whereas you are supreme for ever, Yahweh. |
| 9 ܘܐܢܬ ܡܪܝܐ ܡܪܝܡܐ ܠܥܠܡ | 9 Look how your enemies perish, how all evil-doers are scattered! |
| 10 ܡܛܠ ܕܗܐ ܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝܟ ܡܪܝܐ ܡܛܠ ܕܗܐ ܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝܟ ܢܐܒܕܘܢ ܘܢܬܒܕܪܘܢ ܟܠ ܥܒ̈ܕܝ ܥܘܠܐ | 10 You give me the strength of the wild ox, you anoint me with fresh oil; |
| 11 ܐܪܝܡܬ ܩܪ̈ܢܬܝ ܐܝܟ ܕܪܝܡܐ ܘܨܒܥܬܢܝ ܒܡܫܚܐ ܡܒܣܡܐ | 11 I caught sight of the ambush against me, overheard the plans of the wicked. |
| 12 ܘܚ̈ܙܝ ܥܝܢ̈ܝ ܒܒ̈ܥܠܕܒܒܝ ܘܒܒܝܫ̈ܐ ܕܩܝܡܝܢ ܥܠܝ ܢܫܡ̈ܥܢ ܐ̈ܕܢܝ | 12 The upright wil flourish like the palm tree, will grow like a cedar of Lebanon. |
| 13 ܙܕܝܩܐ ܐܝܟ ܕܩܠܐ ܢܦܪܥ ܘܐܝܟ ܐܪ̈ܙܐ ܕܠܒܢܢ ܢܫܘܚ | 13 Planted in the house of Yahweh, they wil flourish in the courts of our God. |
| 14 ܕܢܨܝܒܝܢ ܒܒܝܬܗ ܕܡܪܝܐ ܘܒܕܪ̈ܘܗܝ ܕܐܠܗܢ ܢܦܪܥܘܢ | 14 In old age they wil stil bear fruit, wil remain fresh and green, |
| 15 ܬܘܒ ܘܢܬܪܒܘܢ ܒܣܝܒܘܬܐ ܫܡ̈ܝܢܐ ܘܒܣ̈ܝܡܐ ܢܗܘܘܢ | 15 to proclaim Yahweh's integrity; my rock, in whom no fault can be found. |
| 16 ܘܢܚܘܘܢ ܕܬܪܝܨ ܗܘ ܡܪܝܐ ܥܫܝܢܐ ܘܠܝܬ ܒܗ ܥܘܠܐ | |