Consider my affliction, and deliver me, for I don't forget your law.

Salvation is far from the wicked, for they don't seek your statutes.

I look at the faithless with loathing, because they don't observe your word.

I have hoped for your salvation, Yahweh. I have done your commandments.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I don't forget your commandments. A Song of Ascents.

What will be given to you, and what will be done more to you, you deceitful tongue?

Then our mouth was filled with laughter, and our tongue with singing. Then they said among the nations, "Yahweh has done great things for them."

Yahweh has done great things for us, and we are glad.

For your servant David's sake, don't turn away the face of your anointed one.

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 Yahweh gives the blessing, even life forevermore. A Song of Ascents.

Whatever Yahweh pleased, that he has done, in heaven and in earth, in the seas and in all deeps;

To him who struck down the Egyptian firstborn; for his loving kindness endures forever;

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down. Yes, we wept, when we remembered Zion.

Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth if I don't remember you; if I don't prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.

I will bow down toward your holy temple, and give thanks to your Name for your loving kindness and for your truth; for you have exalted your Name and your Word above all.

Yahweh will fulfill that which concerns me; your loving kindness, Yahweh, endures forever. Don't forsake the works of your own hands. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

You know my sitting down and my rising up. You perceive my thoughts from afar.

You search out my path and my lying down, and are acquainted with all my ways.

If I take the wings of the dawn, and settle in the uttermost parts of the sea;

Yahweh, don't I hate those who hate you? Am I not grieved with those who rise up against you?

Yahweh, don't grant the desires of the wicked. Don't let their evil plans succeed, or they will become proud. Selah.

Don't incline my heart to any evil thing, to practice deeds of wickedness with men who work iniquity. Don't let me eat of their delicacies.

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

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock. They will hear my words, for they are well spoken.

For my eyes are on you, Yahweh, the Lord. In you, I take refuge. Don't leave my soul destitute.

Don't enter into judgment with your servant, for in your sight no man living is righteous.

For the enemy pursues my soul. He has struck my life down to the ground. He has made me live in dark places, as those who have been long dead.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.

Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

I will sing a new song to you, God. On a ten-stringed lyre, I will sing praises to you.

Our barns are full, filled with all kinds of provision. Our sheep bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields.

Yahweh upholds all who fall, and raises up all those who are bowed down.

Don't put your trust in princes, each a son of man in whom there is no help.

Yahweh opens the eyes of the blind. Yahweh raises up those who are bowed down. Yahweh loves the righteous.

Yahweh preserves the foreigners. He upholds the fatherless and widow, but the way of the wicked he turns upside down.

Yahweh upholds the humble. He brings the wicked down to the ground.

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

He has not done this for just any nation. They don't know his ordinances. Praise Yah!