Not unto us, O LORD, not us the praise,
But to Thy name all glory doth belong,
For mercy’s sake and truth in endless ways,
Lest heathen mock, “Where is their God so strong?”

Our God abides in heavens high above,
He doth whate’er He pleaseth, sovereign free,
Their idols, silver, gold, by hands contrived,
Mere works of men, vain shadows all they be.

Mouths have they, yet no word doth e’er escape,
Eyes own they, but no vision fills their gaze,
Ears possess they, yet deaf to every shape,
Noses too, but no scent their sense assays.

Hands bear they, yet they handle naught at all,
Feet have they, but they tread no path nor way,
No murmur issues from their throat’s dark hall,
Like them their makers turn to senseless clay.

And whoso trusts in them shares in their doom,
Blind leading blind into eternal night.
O Israel, trust thou in the LORD’s great room,
He is thy help, thy shield in every fight.

O house of Aaron, trust ye in the LORD,
He is your help and shield, forever sure.
Ye that fear Him, hold fast to His accord,
He helps and shields, His promise doth endure.

The LORD hath been of us in mindfulness,
He’ll bless us all with bounties from His throne,
Bless Israel’s house in holy righteousness,
Bless Aaron’s line where priestly fires are blown.

He’ll bless who fear the LORD, both small and great,
From least to mightiest in His loving care.
May He increase thee more, thy blessed state,
Thee and thy children in His mercies fair.

Blessed art thou by Him who made the skies,
Creator of the earth and heavens wide.
The heavens, yea the heavens, are God’s prize,
But earth He’s giv’n to sons of men to bide.

The dead praise not the LORD in silent tomb,
Nor they who down to stillness e’er descend.
But we will bless Him now, dispel the gloom,
From this time forth forever without end.

Praise ye the LORD!

This Poetic Paraphrase from the Original Hebrew text is a creative yet faithful rendering, structured in iambic pentameter (ten syllables per line with unstressed-stressed rhythm) and rhyming in an AABB scheme, all while retaining a touch of the thundering sound of the King James. Grok’s AI engine was utilized in research and translation and edited by me for consistency.