Psalms 50

¹The Mighty One, God, Jehovah, hath spoken,

²Out of Zion, the perfection of beauty,

³Our God cometh, and doth not keep silence:

⁴He calleth to the heavens above,

⁵Gather my saints together unto me,

⁶And the heavens shall declare his righteousness;

⁷Hear, O my people, and I will speak;

⁸I will not reprove thee for thy sacrifices;

⁹I will take no bullock out of thy house,

¹⁰For every beast of the forest is mine,

¹¹I know all the birds of the mountains;

¹²If I were hungry, I would not tell thee;

¹³Will I eat the flesh of bulls,

¹⁴Offer unto God the sacrifice of thanksgiving;

¹⁵And call upon me in the day of trouble:

¹⁶But unto the wicked God saith,

¹⁷Seeing that thou hatest instruction,

¹⁸When thou sawest a thief, thou consentedst with him,

¹⁹Thou givest thy mouth to evil,

²⁰Thou sittest and speakest against thy brother;

²¹These things hast thou done, and I kept silence;

²²Now consider this, ye that forget God,

²³Whoso offereth the sacrifice of thanksgiving glorifieth me;