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For the choir director. Davidic.I have taken refuge in the Lord.
How can you say to me,
“Escape to the mountain like a bird!

Will evildoers never understand?
They consume My people as they consume bread;
they do not call on the Lord.

He brought me out to a spacious place;
He rescued me because He delighted in me.

Lord, You brought me up from Sheol;
You spared me from among those
going down to the Pit.

I am bent over and brought low;
all day long I go around in mourning.

In colorful garments she is led to the king;
after her, the virgins, her companions, are brought to you.

He chooses for us our inheritance—
the pride of Jacob, whom He loves.Selah

I know every bird of the mountains,
and the creatures of the field are Mine.

For the sin of their mouths and the words of their lips,
let them be caught in their pride.
They utter curses and lies.

He split the sea and brought them across;
the water stood firm like a wall.

He brought streams out of the stone
and made water flow down like rivers.

Look! He struck the rock and water gushed out;
torrents overflowed.
But can He also provide bread
or furnish meat for His people?”

People ate the bread of angels.
He sent them an abundant supply of food.

He brought them to His holy land,
to the mountain His right hand acquired.

He brought him from tending ewes
to be shepherd over His people Jacob—
over Israel, His inheritance.

You fed them the bread of tears
and gave them a full measure
of tears to drink.

You have put me in the lowest part of the Pit,
in the darkest places, in the depths.

Rise up, Judge of the earth;
repay the proud what they deserve.

Then He brought Israel out with silver and gold,
and no one among His tribes stumbled.

They asked, and He brought quail
and satisfied them with bread from heaven.

He brought His people out with rejoicing,
His chosen ones with shouts of joy.

Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble,
and He brought them out of their distress.

We’ve had more than enough
scorn from the arrogant
and contempt from the proud.

We have escaped like a bird from the hunter’s net;
the net is torn, and we have escaped.

A Davidic song of ascents.Lord, my heart is not proud;
my eyes are not haughty.
I do not get involved with things
too great or too difficult for me.

It is like fine oil on the head,
running down on the beard,
running down Aaron’s beard
onto his robes.

and brought Israel out from among them
        His love is eternal.

The proud hide a trap with ropes for me;
they spread a net along the path
and set snares for me.Selah

Lord, do not grant the desires of the wicked;
do not let them achieve their goals.
Otherwise, they will become proud.Selah

Lord, part Your heavens and come down.
Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.