1 A Psalm of Asaph.
2 Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,
3 Our God cometh, and doth not keep silence:
4 He calleth to the heavens above,
5 Gather my saints together unto me,
6 And the heavens shall declare his righteousness;
7 Hear, O my people, and I will speak;
8 I will not reprove thee for thy sacrifices;
9 I will take no bullock out of thy house,
10 For every beast of the forest is mine,
11 I know all the birds of the mountains;
12 If I were hungry, I would not tell thee;
13 Will I eat the flesh of bulls,
14 Offer unto God the sacrifice of thanksgiving;
15 And call upon me in the day of trouble:
16 But unto the wicked God saith,
17 Seeing that thou hatest instruction,
18 When thou sawest a thief, thou consentedst with him,
19 Thou givest thy mouth to evil,
20 Thou sittest and speakest against thy brother;
21 These things hast thou done, and I kept silence;
22 Now consider this, ye that forget God,
23 Whoso offereth the sacrifice of thanksgiving glorifieth me;