10 Who smote many nations, And slew mighty kings; 11 Sihon, king of the Amorites, And Og, king of Bashan; 12 And gave their land [as] an inheritance, An inheritance to Israel His people. 13 Jehovah, Thy name [endures] for ever, Jehovah, Thy memorial [endures] to generation after generation. 14 For Jehovah will right His people, And will relent concerning His servants. 15 The idols of the nations are silver and gold, The work of the hands of men. 16 A mouth is theirs--and they cannot speak; Eyes are theirs--and they cannot see; 17 Ears are theirs--and they cannot give ear; Yea, there is no breath at all in their mouths. 18 Like them shall those who make them be, [Even] every one that trusts in them. 19 House of Israel, bless ye Jehovah; House of Aaron, bless ye Jehovah; 20 House of Levi, bless ye Jehovah; Ye who fear Jehovah, bless ye Jehovah. 21 Blessed be Jehovah from Zion, Who dwells in Jerusalem! Hallelujah! Like Psalms xcvii. and xcviii., this is a cento, or piece of mosaic work, apparently intended as a call to worship Jehovah in the Temple. His greatness, as manifested in Nature, and especially in His planting Israel in its inheritance, is set forth as the reason for praise; and the contemptuous contrast of the nothingness of idols is repeated from Psalm cxv., and followed, as there, by an exhortation to Israel to cleave to Him. We have not here to do with a song which gushed fresh from the singer's heart, but with echoes of many strains which a devout and meditative soul had made its own. The flowers are arranged in a new bouquet, because the poet had long delighted in their fragrance. The ease with which he blends into a harmonious whole fragments from such diverse sources tells how familiar he was with these, and how well he loved them.