Many say about me, "God will not deliver him." (Selah)

For the music director; according to the alumoth-labben style; a psalm of David. I will thank the Lord with all my heart! I will tell about all your amazing deeds!

Then I will tell about all your praiseworthy acts; in the gates of Daughter Zion I will rejoice because of your deliverance."

A whole generation will serve him; they will tell the next generation about the sovereign Lord.

They will come and tell about his saving deeds; they will tell a future generation what he has accomplished.

to give you thanks, and to tell about all your amazing deeds.

I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about; I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.

I will instruct and teach you about how you should live. I will advise you as I look you in the eye.

Then I will tell others about your justice, and praise you all day long.

The words he speaks are sinful and deceitful; he does not care about doing what is wise and right.

For I am about to stumble, and I am in constant pain.

Yes, I confess my wrongdoing, and I am concerned about my sins.

my anxiety intensified. As I thought about it, I became impatient. Finally I spoke these words:

O Lord, my God, you have accomplished many things; you have done amazing things and carried out your purposes for us. No one can thwart you! I want to declare them and talk about them, but they are too numerous to recount!

I have told the great assembly about your justice. Look! I spare no words! O Lord, you know this is true.

I have not failed to tell about your justice; I spoke about your reliability and deliverance; I have not neglected to tell the great assembly about your loyal love and faithfulness.

My enemies ask this cruel question about me, 'When will he finally die and be forgotten?'

All who hate me whisper insults about me to one another; they plan ways to harm me.

We heard about God's mighty deeds, now we have seen them, in the city of the Lord, the invincible Warrior, in the city of our God. God makes it permanently secure. (Selah)

Consider its defenses! Walk through its fortresses, so you can tell the next generation about it!

God says this to the evildoer: "How can you declare my commands, and talk about my covenant?

For the music director; a well-written song by David. It was written when Doeg the Edomite went and informed Saul: "David has arrived at the home of Ahimelech." Why do you boast about your evil plans, O powerful man? God's loyal love protects me all day long!

"Look, here is the man who would not make God his protector! He trusted in his great wealth and was confident about his plans to destroy others."

As for me, I will sing about your strength; I will praise your loyal love in the morning. For you are my refuge and my place of shelter when I face trouble.

whenever I remember you on my bed, and think about you during the nighttime hours.

Their slander will bring about their demise. All who see them will shudder,

Sing praises about the majesty of his reputation! Give him the honor he deserves!

Those who sit at the city gate gossip about me; drunkards mock me in their songs.

For they harass the one whom you discipline; they spread the news about the suffering of those whom you punish.

For my enemies talk about me; those waiting for a chance to kill me plot my demise.

I will tell about your justice, and all day long proclaim your salvation, though I cannot fathom its full extent.

I will come and tell about the mighty acts of the sovereign Lord. I will proclaim your justice -- yours alone.

Even when I am old and gray, O God, do not abandon me, until I tell the next generation about your strength, and those coming after me about your power.

All day long my tongue will also tell about your justice, for those who want to harm me will be embarrassed and ashamed.

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a psalm of Asaph; a song. We give thanks to you, O God! We give thanks! You reveal your presence; people tell about your amazing deeds.

I said, "I will remember God while I groan; I will think about him while my strength leaves me." (Selah)

I thought about the days of old, about ancient times.

I will think about all you have done; I will reflect upon your deeds!"

The clouds poured down rain; the skies thundered. Yes, your arrows flashed about.

I will sing a song that imparts wisdom; I will make insightful observations about the past.

we will not hide from their descendants. We will tell the next generation about the Lord's praiseworthy acts, about his strength and the amazing things he has done.

so that the next generation, children yet to be born, might know about them. They will grow up and tell their descendants about them.

People say wonderful things about you, O city of God. (Selah)

A well-written song by Ethan the Ezrachite. I will sing continually about the Lord's faithful deeds; to future generations I will proclaim your faithfulness.

You are aware of our sins; you even know about our hidden sins.

I say this about the Lord, my shelter and my stronghold, my God in whom I trust --

Tell the nations about his splendor! Tell all the nations about his amazing deeds!

All who worship idols are ashamed, those who boast about worthless idols. All the gods bow down before him.

A psalm of David. I will sing about loyalty and justice! To you, O Lord, I will sing praises!

Sing to him! Make music to him! Tell about all his miraculous deeds!

Boast about his holy name! Let the hearts of those who seek the Lord rejoice!

Deliver us, O Lord, our God! Gather us from among the nations! Then we will give thanks to your holy name, and boast about your praiseworthy deeds.

May the Lord repay my accusers in this way, those who say evil things about me!

This is the day the Lord has brought about. We will be happy and rejoice in it.

I told you about my ways and you answered me. Teach me your statutes!

I will speak about your regulations before kings and not be ashamed.

May my tongue sing about your instructions, for all your commands are just.

Look, we heard about it in Ephrathah, we found it in the territory of Jaar.

for there our captors ask us to compose songs; those who mock us demand that we be happy, saying: "Sing for us a song about Zion!"

Let them sing about the Lord's deeds, for the Lord's splendor is magnificent.

How difficult it is for me to fathom your thoughts about me, O God! How vast is their sum total!

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him about my troubles.

Look to the right and see! No one cares about me. I have nowhere to run; no one is concerned about my life.

May I hear about your loyal love in the morning, for I trust in you. Show me the way I should go, because I long for you.

O Lord, of what importance is the human race, that you should notice them? Of what importance is mankind, that you should be concerned about them?

One generation will praise your deeds to another, and tell about your mighty acts!

They will talk about the fame of your great kindness, and sing about your justice.

They will proclaim the splendor of your kingdom; they will tell about your power,