I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

His heart is secure, he has no fears; in the end he will look in triumph on his adversaries.

Who is like the LORD, our God, who has his seat on high,

The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.

You mountains, that you skipped like rams; you little hills, like lambs?

Those who make them will be like them; yes, everyone who trusts in them.

The LORD is on my side among those who help me. Therefore I will look in triumph at those who hate me.

They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In the name of the LORD I cut them off.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I do not forget your statutes.

You put away all the wicked of the earth like dross. Therefore I love your testimonies.

I look at the faithless with loathing, because they do not observe your word.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I do not forget your commandments.

Behold, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a maid to the hand of her mistress; so our eyes look to the LORD, our God, until he has mercy on us.

Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

When the LORD brought back those who returned to Zion, we were like those who dream.

Restore our fortunes again, LORD, like the streams in the Negev.

Your wife will be as a fruitful vine, in the innermost parts of your house; your children like olive plants, around your table.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.

It is like the precious oil on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron's beard; that came down on the edge of his robes;

like the dew of Hermon, that comes down on the hills of Zion: for there the LORD gives the blessing, even life forevermore.

Look. Praise the LORD, all you servants of the LORD, who stand by night in the LORD's house.

Those who make them will be like them; yes, everyone who trusts in them.

even the darkness doesn't hide from you, but the night shines as the day. The darkness is like light to you.

They have sharpened their tongues like a serpent. Viper's poison is under their lips. Selah.

Let my prayer be set before you like incense; the lifting up of my hands like the evening sacrifice.

Let the righteous strike me, it is kindness; let him reprove me, it is like oil on the head; do not let my head refuse it; Yet my prayer is always against evil deeds.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

I spread forth my hands to you. My soul thirsts for you, like a parched land. Selah.

Hurry to answer me, LORD. My spirit fails. Do not hide your face from me, so that I do not become like those who go down into the pit.

Man is like a breath. His days are like a shadow that passes away.

Then our sons will be like well-nurtured plants, our daughters like pillars carved to adorn a palace.

He gives snow like wool, and scatters frost like ashes.

He hurls down his hail like pebbles. Who can stand before his cold?