|  | 
| 
O God, You have taught me from my youth, And I still declare Your wondrous deeds.
And even when I am old and gray, O God, do not forsake me, Until I declare Your strength to this generation, Your power to all who are to come.
For Your righteousness, O God, reaches to the heavens, You who have done great things; O God, who is like You?
You who have shown me many troubles and distresses Will revive me again, And will bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
May You increase my greatness And turn to comfort me.
 | 
Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© ³ª¸¦ ¾î·Á¼ºÎÅÍ ±³ÈÆÇϼÌÀ¸¹Ç·Î ³»°¡ Áö±Ý±îÁö ÁÖÀÇ ±â»ç¸¦ ÀüÇÏ¿´³ªÀÌ´Ù 
Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© ³»°¡ ´Ä¾î ¹é¼ö°¡ µÉ ¶§¿¡µµ ³ª¸¦ ¹ö¸®Áö ¸¶½Ã¸ç ³»°¡ ÁÖÀÇ ÈûÀ» ÈÄ´ë¿¡ ÀüÇϰí ÁÖÀÇ ´ÉÀ» Àå·¡ ¸ðµç »ç¶÷¿¡°Ô ÀüÇϱâ±îÁö ³ª¸¦ ¹ö¸®Áö ¸¶¼Ò¼ 
Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© ÁÖÀÇ Àǰ¡ ¶ÇÇÑ Áö±ØÈ÷ ³ôÀ¸½Ã´ÏÀÌ´Ù Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© ÁÖ²²¼ ´ë»ç¸¦ ÇàÇϼ̻ç¿À´Ï ´©°¡ ÁÖ¿Í °°À¸¸®À̱î 
¿ì¸®¿¡°Ô ¸¹°í ½ÉÇÑ °í³À» º¸À̽ŠÁÖ²²¼ ¿ì¸®¸¦ ´Ù½Ã »ì¸®½Ã¸ç ¶¥ ±íÀº °÷¿¡¼ ´Ù½Ã À̲ø¾î ¿Ã¸®½Ã¸®ÀÌ´Ù 
³ª¸¦ ´õ¿í â´ëÇÏ°Ô ÇÏ½Ã°í µ¹ÀÌŰ»ç ³ª¸¦ À§·ÎÇϼҼ 
 | 
 
| 
I will also praise You with a harp, Even Your truth, O my God; To You I will sing praises with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.
My lips will shout for joy when I sing praises to You; And my soul, which You have redeemed.
My tongue also will utter Your righteousness all day long; For they are ashamed, for they are humiliated who seek my hurt.
 | 
³ªÀÇ Çϳª´ÔÀÌ¿© ³»°¡ ¶Ç ºñÆÄ·Î ÁÖ¸¦ Âù¾çÇϸç ÁÖÀÇ ¼º½ÇÀ» Âù¾çÇϸ®ÀÌ´Ù À̽º¶ó¿¤ÀÇ °Å·èÇϽŠÁÖ¿© ³»°¡ ¼ö±ÝÀ¸·Î ÁÖ¸¦ Âù¾çÇϸ®ÀÌ´Ù 
³»°¡ ÁÖ¸¦ Âù¾çÇÒ ¶§¿¡ ³» ÀÔ¼úÀÌ ±â»µ ¿ÜÄ¡¸ç ÁÖ²²¼ ±¸¼ÓÇϽг» ¿µÈ¥ÀÌ Áñ°Å¿öÇϸ®ÀÌ´Ù 
³» Çôµµ Á¾ÀÏÅä·Ï ÁÖÀÇ ÀǸ¦ ¸»¾¸ÇÏ¿À¸®´Ï ³ª¸¦ ¸ðÇØÇÏ·ÁÇÏ´ø ÀÚ°¡ ¼öÄ¡¿Í ¹«¾ÈÀ» ´çÇÔÀÌ´ÏÀÌ´Ù 
 | 
 |  |