and you have not delivered me into the hand of the enemy; you have set my feet in a broad place.
Because of all my adversaries I have become a reproach, especially to my neighbors, and an object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.
I have been forgotten like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.
Blessed be the Lord, for he has wondrously shown his steadfast love to me when I was in a besieged city.
A Maskil of David. Blessed is the one whose transgression is forgiven, whose sin is covered.
Therefore let everyone who is godly offer prayer to you at a time when you may be found; surely in the rush of great waters, they shall not reach him.
You are a hiding place for me; you preserve me from trouble; you surround me with shouts of deliverance. Selah
Be not like a horse or a mule, without understanding, which must be curbed with bit and bridle, or it will not stay near you.
Sing to him a new song; play skillfully on the strings, with loud shouts.
He gathers the waters of the sea as a heap; he puts the deeps in storehouses.
The king is not saved by his great army; a warrior is not delivered by his great strength.
The war horse is a false hope for salvation, and by its great might it cannot rescue.
For without cause they hid their net for me; without cause they dug a pit for my life.
like profane mockers at a feast, they gnash at me with their teeth.
He plots trouble while on his bed; he sets himself in a way that is not good; he does not reject evil.
In just a little while, the wicked will be no more; though you look carefully at his place, he will not be there.
The steps of a man are established by the Lord, when he delights in his way;
He is ever lending generously, and his children become a blessing.
I have seen a wicked, ruthless man, spreading himself like a green laurel tree.
Mark the blameless and behold the upright, for there is a future for the man of peace.
A Psalm of David, for the memorial offering. O Lord, rebuke me not in your anger, nor discipline me in your wrath!
For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me.
But I am like a deaf man; I do not hear, like a mute man who does not open his mouth.
I have become like a man who does not hear, and in whose mouth are no rebukes.
To the choirmaster: to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will guard my ways, that I may not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle, so long as the wicked are in my presence.”
Behold, you have made my days a few handbreadths, and my lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely all mankind stands as a mere breath! Selah
Surely a man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nothing they are in turmoil; man heaps up wealth and does not know who will gather!
When you discipline a man with rebukes for sin, you consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely all mankind is a mere breath! Selah
“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry; hold not your peace at my tears! For I am a sojourner with you, a guest, like all my fathers.
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the Lord; he inclined to me and heard my cry.
He drew me up from the pit of destruction, out of the miry bog, and set my feet upon a rock, making my steps secure.
He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God. Many will see and fear, and put their trust in the Lord.
Blessed is the man who makes the Lord his trust, who does not turn to the proud, to those who go astray after a lie!
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Blessed is the one who considers the poor! In the day of trouble the Lord delivers him;
They say, “A deadly thing is poured out on him; he will not rise again from where he lies.”
To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a deer pants for flowing streams, so pants my soul for you, O God.
These things I remember, as I pour out my soul: how I would go with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God with glad shouts and songs of praise, a multitude keeping festival.
By day the Lord commands his steadfast love, and at night his song is with me, a prayer to the God of my life.
As with a deadly wound in my bones, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me all the day long, “Where is your God?”
To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. O God, we have heard with our ears, our fathers have told us, what deeds you performed in their days, in the days of old:
You have sold your people for a trifle, demanding no high price for them.
You have made us a byword among the nations, a laughingstock among the peoples.
If we had forgotten the name of our God or spread out our hands to a foreign god,
To the choirmaster: according to Lilies. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah; a love song. My heart overflows with a pleasing theme; I address my verses to the king; my tongue is like the pen of a ready scribe.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever. The scepter of your kingdom is a scepter of uprightness;
To the choirmaster. Of the Sons of Korah. According to Alamoth. A Song. God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.
There is a river whose streams make glad the city of God, the holy habitation of the Most High.
To the choirmaster. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. Clap your hands, all peoples! Shout to God with loud songs of joy!
For the Lord, the Most High, is to be feared, a great king over all the earth.
God has gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet.
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