[It is always the general rule of thumb not to solely take the author’s word throughout these studies, but to pray and seek the face of Yahuah for one’s self, and let the Spirit lead you into all truth (John 16:13-15).]
The numbering of these psalms of course should not be accounted as per se “official”. Following suit with the commonly known apocryphal Psalms 151-160; these psalms also plucked from the Dead Sea Scrolls, have different numbering depending on the original source you refer to (e.g. Psalms 151-155 being canonized in the Syriac, are not necessarily numbered as the same psalms when referring to the commonly accepted collective of Psalms 151-160). For the sake of simple clarity, continuing on in the Psalm 161 chronological general collective seems to be the only obvious step to move forward in, in an all-sincere attempt to rightfully divide, preserve, and freely share what is obviously Yahuah’s Inspired written Word.
Originally Recovered from the Dead Sea Scrolls,Hymns of Thanksgiving (1QHa, 1Q35, 4Q427-432):
This translation has been derived from:
Hymn 7: “Complete Dead Sea Scrolls in English” Hymn 11: “A New Translation” Hymn 12: “Qumran Psalter”
I thank You, O Yahuah, for You have placed my soul in the wrapping of the living, and have hedged me about against the snares of the Pit.
Violent men sought after my life because I clung to Your Covenant; for they, an assembly of deceit, and a horde of Belial, know not that my stand is maintained by You; and that in Your mercy You will save my soul, since my steps proceed from You.
From You it is that they assail my life, that You may be glorified by the judgement of the wicked;
And manifest Your might through me against the children of men; for it is by Your mercy that I stand. •
And I said, Mighty men have pitched their camps against me, and have encompassed me with all their instruments of war; the arrows they let fly without cure are useless, yet the flame of their javelins are like a consuming fire among trees.
Like the roar of mighty waters is the clamor of their voice; a scattering tempest to destroy many, as their waves rear up —wickedness and vanity burst forth to the stars! •
For the hope of their healing they cracked the sand-viper; yet in vain, when their waves arose:
As for me, although my heart melted like water, my soul was strengthened by Your Covenant; and the net which they spread for me had taken their own foot. •
They have themselves fallen into the snares which they laid for my life; but my foot remains upon level ground.