Do homage to the Son, that He not become angry, and you perish in the way,
For His wrath may soon be kindled.
How blessed are all who take refuge in Him!

O sons of men, how long will my honor become a reproach?
How long will you love what is worthless and aim at deception? Selah.

My eye has wasted away with grief;
It has become old because of all my adversaries.

They have all turned aside, together they have become corrupt;
There is no one who does good, not even one.

A Psalm of David.
To You, O Lord, I call;
My rock, do not be deaf to me,
For if You are silent to me,
I will become like those who go down to the pit.

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 become mute, I do not open my mouth,
Because it is You who have done it.

Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall again praise Him
For the help of His presence.

Why are you in despair, O my soul?
And why have you become disturbed within me?
Hope in God, for I shall yet praise Him,
The help of my countenance and my God.

Do not be afraid when a man becomes rich,
When the glory of his house is increased;

Every one of them has turned aside; together they have become corrupt;
There is no one who does good, not even one.

I have become estranged from my brothers
And an alien to my mother’s sons.

May their table before them become a snare;
And when they are in peace, may it become a trap.

I have become a marvel to many,
For You are my strong refuge.

We have become a reproach to our neighbors,
A scoffing and derision to those around us.

Assyria also has joined with them;
They have become a help to the children of Lot. Selah.

I am reckoned among those who go down to the pit;
I have become like a man without strength,

All who pass along the way plunder him;
He has become a reproach to his neighbors.

I resemble a pelican of the wilderness;
I have become like an owl of the waste places.

I lie awake,
I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop.

You appoint darkness and it becomes night,
In which all the beasts of the forest prowl about.

When he is judged, let him come forth guilty,
And let his prayer become sin.

I also have become a reproach to them;
When they see me, they wag their head.

Those who make them will become like them,
Everyone who trusts in them.

The Lord is my strength and song,
And He has become my salvation.

I shall give thanks to You, for You have answered me,
And You have become my salvation.

The stone which the builders rejected
Has become the chief corner stone.

This has become mine,
That I observe Your precepts.

Though I have become like a wineskin in the smoke,
I do not forget Your statutes.

I hate them with the utmost hatred;
They have become my enemies.

Answer me quickly, O Lord, my spirit fails;
Do not hide Your face from me,
Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.