The wicked are not so, But are like the chaff which the wind driveth away.

Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, For his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all they that take refuge in him.

Jehovah, how are mine adversaries increased! Many are they that rise up against me.

Many there are that say of my soul, There is no help for him in God. Selah

Many there are that say, Who will show us any good? Jehovah, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart, More than they have when their grain and their new wine are increased.

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

The enemy are come to an end, they are desolate for ever; And the cities which thou hast overthrown, The very remembrance of them is perished.

The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made: In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.

The wicked, in the pride of his countenance,'saith , He will not require it . All his thoughts are, There is no God.

His ways are firm at all times; Thy judgments are far above out of his sight: As for all his adversaries, he puffeth at them.

He sitteth in the lurking-places of the villages; In the secret places doth he murder the innocent; His eyes are privily set against the helpless.

Jehovah is King for ever and ever: The nations are perished out of his land.

Who have said, With our tongue will we prevail; Our lips are our own: who is lord over us?

The words of Jehovah are pure words; As silver tried in a furnace on the earth, Purified seven times.

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. They are corrupt, they have done abominable works; There is none that doeth good.

They are all gone aside; they are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.

As for the saints that are in the earth, They are the excellent in whom is all my delight.

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; Yea, I have a goodly heritage.

Thou wilt show me the path of life: In thy presence is fulness of joy; In thy right hand there are pleasures for evermore.

They are inclosed in their own fat: With their mouth they speak proudly.

From men by thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, whose portion is in this life, And whose belly thou fillest with thy treasure: They are satisfied with children, And leave the rest of their substance to their babes.

I will pursue mine enemies, and overtake them; Neither will I turn again till they are consumed.

The precepts of Jehovah are right, rejoicing the heart: The commandment of Jehovah is pure, enlightening the eyes.

The fear of Jehovah is clean, enduring for ever: The ordinances of Jehovah are true, and righteous altogether.

More to be desired are they than gold, yea, than much fine gold; Sweeter also than honey and the droppings of the honeycomb.

They are bowed down and fallen; But we are risen, and stand upright.

For they intended evil against thee; They conceived a device which they are not able to perform.

I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.

All the paths of Jehovah are lovingkindness and truth Unto such as keep his covenant and his testimonies.

Mine eyes are ever toward Jehovah; For he will pluck my feet out of the net.

The troubles of my heart are enlarged: Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.

Consider mine enemies, for they are many; And they hate me with cruel hatred.

Deliver me not over unto the will of mine adversaries: For false witnesses are risen up against me, And such as breathe out cruelty.

For my life is spent with sorrow, And my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, And my bones are wasted away.

My times are in thy hand: Deliver me from the hand of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.

Be glad in Jehovah, and rejoice, ye righteous; And shout for joy, all ye that are upright in heart.

The eyes of Jehovah are toward the righteous, And his ears are open unto their cry.

Jehovah is nigh unto them that are of a broken heart, And saveth such as are of a contrite spirit.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous; But Jehovah delivereth him out of them all.

Let not them that are mine enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; Neither let them wink with the eye that hate me without a cause.

For they speak not peace; But they devise deceitful words against them that are quiet in the land.

The words of his mouth are iniquity and deceit: He hath ceased to be wise and to do good.

Thy righteousness is like the mountains of God; Thy judgments are a great deep: O Jehovah, thou preservest man and beast.

There are the workers of iniquity fallen: They are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise.

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, To cast down the poor and needy, To slay such as are upright in the way.

For such as are blessed of him shall inherit the land; And they that are cursed of him shall be cut off.

A man's goings are established of Jehovah; And he delighteth in his way.

For Jehovah loveth justice, And forsaketh not his saints; They are preserved for ever: But the seed of the wicked shall be cut off.

Wait for Jehovah, and keep his way, And he will exalt thee to inherit the land: When the wicked are cut off, thou shalt see it.

For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.

Yea, I am as a man that heareth not, And in whose mouth are no reproofs.

But mine enemies are lively, and are strong; And they that hate me wrongfully are multiplied.

They also that render evil for good Are adversaries unto me, because I follow the thing that is good.

Surely every man walketh in a vain show; Surely they are disquieted in vain: He heapeth up riches , and knoweth not who shall gather them.

Many, O Jehovah my God, are the wonderful works which thou hast done, And thy thoughts which are to us-ward; They cannot be set in order unto thee; If I would declare and speak of them, They are more than can be numbered.

For innumerable evils have compassed me about; Mine iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up; They are more than the hairs of my head; And my heart hath failed me.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbors, A scoffing and a derision to them that are round about us.

Yea, for thy sake are we killed all the day long; We are accounted as sheep for the slaughter.

Thine arrows are sharp; The peoples fall under thee; They are in the heart of the king's enemies.

Kings daughters are among thy honorable women: At thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.

The princes of the peoples are gathered together To be the people of the God of Abraham: For the shields of the earth belong unto God; He is greatly exalted.

They are appointed as a flock for Sheol; Death shall be their shepherd; And the upright shall have dominion over them in the morning; And their beauty shall be for Sheol to consume, That there be no habitation for it.

I will not reprove thee for thy sacrifices; And thy burnt-offerings are continually before me.

I know all the birds of the mountains; And the wild beasts of the field are mine.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit: A broken and contrite heart, O God, thou wilt not despise.

The fool hath said in his heart, There is no God. Corrupt are they, and have done abominable iniquity; There is none that doeth good.

Every one of them is gone back; they are together become filthy; There is none that doeth good, no, not one.

For strangers are risen up against me, And violent men have sought after my soul: They have not set God before them. Selah

My heart is sore pained within me: And the terrors of death are fallen upon me.

Fearfulness and trembling are come upon me, And horror hath overwhelmed me.

Day and night they go about it upon the walls thereof: Iniquity also and mischief are in the midst of it.

Mine enemies would swallow me up all the day long; For they are many that fight proudly against me.

All the day long they wrest my words: All their thoughts are against me for evil.

Thou numberest my wanderings: Put thou my tears into thy bottle; Are they not in thy book?

Thy vows are upon me, O God: I will render thank-offerings unto thee.

My soul is among lions; I lie among them that are set on fire, Even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, And their tongue a sharp sword.

They have prepared a net for my steps; My soul is bowed down: They have digged a pit before me; They are fallen into the midst thereof themselves. Selah

The wicked are estranged from the womb: They go astray as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

Their poison is like the poison of a serpent: They are like the deaf adder that stoppeth her ear,

Behold, they belch out with their mouth; Swords are in their lips: For who,'say they , doth hear?

Surely men of low degree are vanity, and men of high degree are a lie: In the balances they will go up; They are together lighter than vanity.

By terrible things thou wilt answer us in righteousness, Oh God of our salvation, Thou that art the confidence of all the ends of the earth, And of them that are afar off upon the sea:

They also that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens: Thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.

They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness; And the hills are girded with joy.

The pastures are clothed with flocks; The valleys also are covered over with grain; They shout for joy, they also sing.

Say unto God, How terrible are thy works! Through the greatness of thy power shall thine enemies submit themselves unto thee.

The Lord giveth the word: The women that publish the tidings are a great host.

The chariots of God are twenty thousand, even thousands upon thousands; The Lord is among them, as in'sinai, in the sanctuary.

Bless ye God in the congregations, Even the Lord, ye that are of the fountain of Israel.

To him that rideth upon the heaven of heavens, which are of old; Lo, he uttereth his voice, a mighty voice.

Save me, O God; For the waters are come in unto my soul.

They that hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head: They that would cut me off, being mine enemies wrongfully, are mighty: That which I took not away I have to restore.

O God, thou knowest my foolishness; And my sins are not hid from thee.

For the zeal of thy house hath eaten me up; And the reproaches of them that reproach thee are fallen upon me.

Thou knowest my reproach, and my shame, and my dishonor: Mine adversaries are all before thee.

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