A Psalm of David. I will cry to You, O Jehovah; my Rock, do not be deaf to me, lest, if You be silent to me, I become like those who go down into the pit.

Have mercy on me, O Jehovah, for I am in trouble; my eye has become old with grief, my soul and my belly.

Be not afraid when one becomes rich, when the glory of his house increases;

Every one has turned away; they have altogether become filthy; not one is doing good, no, not even one.

Trust not in oppression, and become not vain in robbery; if riches increase, do not set your heart on them.

I have become a stranger to My brothers, and a foreigner to My mother's children.

Let their table become a snare before them; and to those at ease a trap.

We have become a shame to our neighbors, a scorn and mockery to those who are around us.

Your testimonies are very sure; holiness becomes Your house forever, O Jehovah.

They shall perish, but You shall endure; yea, all of them shall become old like a garment; like a robe You shall change them, and they shall be changed;

He also blesses them, so that they are multiplied greatly; and does not allow their cattle to become few.

Again, they have become few, and humbled through harshness, affliction, and sorrow.

when he is judged, let him be condemned; and let his prayer become sin.

The Stone which the builders refused has become the Head of the corner.

And my spirit has fainted within me; my heart has become weary within me.