The nations have sunk down in the pit which they have made;
In the net which they hid, their own foot has been caught.

You have seen it, for You have beheld mischief and vexation to take it into Your hand.
The unfortunate commits himself to You;
You have been the helper of the orphan.

Upon You I was cast from birth;
You have been my God from my mother’s womb.

Remember, O Lord, Your compassion and Your lovingkindnesses,
For they have been from of old.

Do not hide Your face from me,
Do not turn Your servant away in anger;
You have been my help;
Do not abandon me nor forsake me,
O God of my salvation!

There the doers of iniquity have fallen;
They have been thrust down and cannot rise.

I have been young and now I am old,
Yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken
Or his descendants begging bread.

My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

For the choir director; according to the Shoshannim. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A Song of Love.
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

There they were in great fear where no fear had been;
For God scattered the bones of him who encamped against you;
You put them to shame, because God had rejected them.

But as for me, I shall sing of Your strength;
Yes, I shall joyfully sing of Your lovingkindness in the morning,
For You have been my stronghold
And a refuge in the day of my distress.

For the choir director; according to Shushan Eduth. A Mikhtam of David, to teach; when he struggled with Aram-naharaim and with Aram-zobah, and Joab returned, and smote twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.
O God, You have rejected us. You have broken us;
You have been angry; O, restore us.

For You have been a refuge for me,
A tower of strength against the enemy.

For You have been my help,
And in the shadow of Your wings I sing for joy.

For they have persecuted him whom You Yourself have smitten,
And they tell of the pain of those whom You have wounded.

But I am afflicted and in pain;
May Your salvation, O God, set me securely on high.

By You I have been sustained from my birth;
You are He who took me from my mother’s womb;
My praise is continually of You.

For I have been stricken all day long
And chastened every morning.

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?”
Let there be known among the nations in our sight,
Vengeance for the blood of Your servants which has been shed.

But You have cast off and rejected,
You have been full of wrath against Your anointed.

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God.
Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.

For we have been consumed by Your anger
And by Your wrath we have been dismayed.

But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
I have been anointed with fresh oil.

If the Lord had not been my help,
My soul would soon have dwelt in the abode of silence.

But the Lord has been my stronghold,
And my God the rock of my refuge.

For my days have been consumed in smoke,
And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

My heart has been smitten like grass and has withered away,
Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.

The Lord has been mindful of us; He will bless us;
He will bless the house of Israel;
He will bless the house of Aaron.

If Your law had not been my delight,
Then I would have perished in my affliction.

A Song of Ascents, of David.
“Had it not been the Lord who was on our side,”
Let Israel now say,

“Had it not been the Lord who was on our side
When men rose up against us,

As when one plows and breaks open the earth,
Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
He has crushed my life to the ground;
He has made me dwell in dark places, like those who have long been dead.