For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. Blessed is he who considers the poor.     Yahweh will deliver him in the day of evil. Yahweh will preserve him, and keep him alive.     He shall be blessed on the earth,     and he will not surrender him to the will of his enemies. Yahweh will sustain him on his sickbed,     and restore him from his bed of illness. I said, “Yahweh, have mercy on me!     Heal me, for I have sinned against you.” My enemies speak evil against me:     “When will he die, and his name perish?” If he comes to see me, he speaks falsehood.     His heart gathers iniquity to itself.     When he goes abroad, he tells it. All who hate …

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. I waited patiently for Yahweh.     He turned to me, and heard my cry. He brought me up also out of a horrible pit,     out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock,     and gave me a firm place to stand. He has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God.     Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in Yahweh. Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust,     and doesn’t respect the proud, nor such as turn away to lies. Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done,     and your thoughts which are toward us. They can’t be declared …

For the Chief Musician. For Jeduthun. A Psalm by David. I said, “I will watch my ways, so that I don’t sin with my tongue.     I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me.” I was mute with silence.     I held my peace, even from good.     My sorrow was stirred. My heart was hot within me.     While I meditated, the fire burned. I spoke with my tongue:     “Yahweh, show me my end,     what is the measure of my days.     Let me know how frail I am. Behold, you have made my days hand widths.     My lifetime is as nothing before you. Surely every man stands as a breath.” Selah. “Surely every man walks like a …

A Psalm by David, for a memorial. Yahweh, don’t rebuke me in your wrath,     neither chasten me in your hot displeasure. For your arrows have pierced me,     your hand presses hard on me. There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation,     neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin. For my iniquities have gone over my head.     As a heavy burden, they are too heavy for me. My wounds are loathsome and corrupt     because of my foolishness. I am in pain and bowed down greatly.     I go mourning all day long. For my waist is filled with burning.     There is no soundness in my flesh. I am faint and severely bruised.     I have …

By David. Don’t fret because of evildoers,     neither be envious against those who work unrighteousness. For they shall soon be cut down like the grass,     and wither like the green herb. Trust in Yahweh, and do good.     Dwell in the land, and enjoy safe pasture. Also delight yourself in Yahweh,     and he will give you the desires of your heart. Commit your way to Yahweh.     Trust also in him, and he will do this: he will make your righteousness shine out like light,     and your justice as the noon day sun. Rest in Yahweh, and wait patiently for him.     Don’t fret because of him who prospers in his way,     because of the man who makes wicked plots happen. Cease from …

For the Chief Musician. By David, the servant of Yahweh. A revelation is within my heart about the disobedience of the wicked:     “There is no fear of God before his eyes.” For he flatters himself in his own eyes,     too much to detect and hate his sin. The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit.     He has ceased to be wise and to do good. He plots iniquity on his bed.     He sets himself in a way that is not good.     He doesn’t abhor evil. Your loving kindness, Yahweh, is in the heavens.     Your faithfulness reaches to the skies. Your righteousness is like the mountains of God.     Your judgments are like a great deep.     Yahweh, you preserve man and …

By David. Contend, Yahweh, with those who contend with me.     Fight against those who fight against me. Take hold of shield and buckler,     and stand up for my help. Brandish the spear and block those who pursue me.     Tell my soul, “I am your salvation.” Let those who seek after my soul be disappointed and brought to dishonor.     Let those who plot my ruin be turned back and confounded. Let them be as chaff before the wind,     Yahweh’s angel driving them on. Let their way be dark and slippery,     Yahweh’s angel pursuing them. For without cause they have hidden their net in a pit for me.     Without cause they have dug a pit for my soul. Let destruction come on …

By David; when he pretended to be insane before Abimelech, who drove him away, and he departed. I will bless Yahweh at all times.     His praise will always be in my mouth. My soul shall boast in Yahweh.     The humble shall hear of it and be glad. Oh magnify Yahweh with me.     Let’s exalt his name together. I sought Yahweh, and he answered me,     and delivered me from all my fears. They looked to him, and were radiant.     Their faces shall never be covered with shame. This poor man cried, and Yahweh heard him,     and saved him out of all his troubles. Yahweh’s angel encamps around those who fear him,     and delivers them. Oh taste and see that Yahweh is …

For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David. In you, Yahweh, I take refuge.     Let me never be disappointed.     Deliver me in your righteousness. Bow down your ear to me.     Deliver me speedily. Be to me a strong rock,     a house of defense to save me. For you are my rock and my fortress,     therefore for your name’s sake lead me and guide me. Pluck me out of the net that they have laid secretly for me,     for you are my stronghold. Into your hand I commend my spirit.     You redeem me, Yahweh, God of truth. I hate those who regard lying vanities,     but I trust in Yahweh. I will be glad and rejoice in your loving kindness,     for you …

A Psalm. A Song for the Dedication of the Temple. By David. I will extol you, Yahweh, for you have raised me up,     and have not made my foes to rejoice over me. Yahweh my God, I cried to you,     and you have healed me. Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol.     You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit. Sing praise to Yahweh, you saints of his.     Give thanks to his holy name. For his anger is but for a moment.     His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night,     but joy comes in the morning. As for me, I said in my prosperity,     “I shall never be …