R (12) Blessed the people the Lord has chosen to be his own.
Give thanks to the Lord on the harp;
with the ten-stringed lyre chant his praises.
Sing to him a new song;
pluck the strings skillfully, with shouts of gladness. R
For upright is the word of the Lord,
and all his works are trustworthy.
He loves justice and right;
of the kindness of the Lord the earth is full. R
Blessed the nation whose God is the Lord,
the people he has chosen for his own inheritance.
May your kindness, O Lord, be upon us
who have put our hope in you. R
Alleluia, alleluia. Your words, Lord, are Spirit and life,/ you have the words of everlasting life. Alleluia, alleluia.
- We played the flute for you, but you did not dance. We sang a dirge, but you did not weep. l
