A psalm of David when he fled from his son Absalom.Lord, how my foes increase!
There are many who attack me.

Many say about me,
“There is no help for him in God.”Selah

For there is nothing reliable in what they say;
destruction is within them;
their throat is an open grave;
they flatter with their tongues.

For there is no remembrance of You in death;
who can thank You in Sheol?

Yahweh my God, if I have done this,
if there is injustice on my hands,

In all his scheming,
the wicked arrogantly thinks:
“There is no accountability,
since God does not exist.”

For the choir director. Davidic.The fool says in his heart, “God does not exist.”
They are corrupt; they do vile deeds.
There is no one who does good.

The Lord looks down from heaven on the human race
to see if there is one who is wise,
one who seeks God.

All have turned away;
all alike have become corrupt.
There is no one who does good,
not even one.

They cry for help, but there is no one to save them—
they cry to the Lord, but He does not answer them.

There is no speech; there are no words;
their voice is not heard.

In addition, Your servant is warned by them;
there is great reward in keeping them.

Do not be far from me, because distress is near
and there is no one to help.

A Davidic psalm.The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.

For His anger lasts only a moment,
but His favor, a lifetime.
Weeping may spend the night,
but there is joy in the morning.

“What gain is there in my death,
if I go down to the Pit?
Will the dust praise You?
Will it proclaim Your truth?

For the choir director. A psalm of David, the Lord’s servant.An oracle within my heart
concerning the transgression of the wicked person:
There is no dread of God before his eyes,

There the evildoers fall;
they have been thrown down and cannot rise.

A little while, and the wicked person will be no more;
though you look for him, he will not be there.

Turn away from evil and do what is good,
and dwell there forever.

There is no health in my body
because of Your indignation;
there is no strength in my bones
because of my sin.

For my loins are full of burning pain,
and there is no health in my body.

There is a river—
its streams delight the city of God,
the holy dwelling place of the Most High.

Trembling seized them there,
agony like that of a woman in labor,

“Understand this, you who forget God,
or I will tear you apart,
and there will be no one to rescue you.

For the choir director: on Mahalath. A Davidic Maskil.The fool says in his heart, “God does not exist.”
They are corrupt, and they do vile deeds.
There is no one who does good.

God looks down from heaven on the human race
to see if there is one who is wise,
one who seeks God.

All have turned away;
all alike have become corrupt.
There is no one who does good,
not even one.

Then people will say,
“Yes, there is a reward for the righteous!
There is a God who judges on earth!”

He turned the sea into dry land,
and they crossed the river on foot.
There we rejoiced in Him.

Why gaze with envy, you mountain peaks,
at the mountain God desired for His dwelling?
The Lord will live there forever!

You ascended to the heights, taking away captives;
You received gifts from people,
even from the rebellious,
so that the Lord God might live there.

There is Benjamin, the youngest, leading them,
the rulers of Judah in their assembly,
the rulers of Zebulun, the rulers of Naphtali.

I have sunk in deep mud, and there is no footing;
I have come into deep waters,
and a flood sweeps over me.

Insults have broken my heart,
and I am in despair.
I waited for sympathy,
but there was none;
for comforters, but found no one.

for God will save Zion
and build up the cities of Judah.
They will live there and possess it.

saying, “God has abandoned him;
chase him and catch him,
for there is no one to rescue him.”

May there be plenty of grain in the land;
may it wave on the tops of the mountains.
May its crops be like Lebanon.
May people flourish in the cities
like the grass of the field.

There are no signs for us to see.
There is no longer a prophet.
And none of us knows how long this will last.

For there is a cup in the Lord’s hand,
full of wine blended with spices, and He pours from it.
All the wicked of the earth will drink,
draining it to the dregs.

There He shatters the bow’s flaming arrows,
the shield, the sword, and the weapons of war.Selah

They poured out their blood
like water all around Jerusalem,
and there was no one to bury them.

There must not be a strange god among you;
you must not bow down to a foreign god.

Lord, there is no one like You among the gods,
and there are no works like Yours.

“I will mention those who know Me:
Rahab, Babylon, Philistia, Tyre, and Cush—
each one was born there.”

When He registers the peoples,
the Lord will record,
“This one was born there.”Selah

to declare: “The Lord is just;
He is my rock,
and there is no unrighteousness in Him.”

There the birds make their nests;
the stork makes its home in the pine trees.

There the ships move about,
and Leviathan, which You formed to play there.

He broke their spirits with hard labor;
they stumbled, and there was no one to help.

He causes the hungry to settle there,
and they establish a city where they can live.

There are shouts of joy and victory
in the tents of the righteous:
“The Lord’s right hand performs valiantly!

There, thrones for judgment are placed,
thrones of the house of David.

may there be peace within your walls,
prosperity within your fortresses.”

But with You there is forgiveness,
so that You may be revered.

Israel, put your hope in the Lord.
For there is faithful love with the Lord,
and with Him is redemption in abundance.

There I will make a horn grow for David;
I have prepared a lamp for My anointed one.

It is like the dew of Hermon
falling on the mountains of Zion.
For there the Lord has appointed the blessing—
life forevermore.

They have ears but cannot hear;
indeed, there is no breath in their mouths.

By the rivers of Babylon—
there we sat down and wept
when we remembered Zion.

There we hung up our lyres
on the poplar trees,

for our captors there asked us for songs,
and our tormentors, for rejoicing:
“Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

If I go up to heaven, You are there;
if I make my bed in Sheol, You are there.

even there Your hand will lead me;
Your right hand will hold on to me.

See if there is any offensive way in me;
lead me in the everlasting way.

Look to the right and see:
no one stands up for me;
there is no refuge for me;
no one cares about me.

Our cattle will be well fed.
There will be no breach in the walls,
no going into captivity,
and no cry of lament in our public squares.