but his delight is in Yahweh's law. On his law he meditates day and night.

The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away.

For Yahweh knows the way of the righteous, but the way of the wicked shall perish.

But you, Yahweh, are a shield around me, my glory, and the one who lifts up my head.

But know that Yahweh has set apart for himself him who is godly: Yahweh will hear when I call to him.

But as for me, in the abundance of your loving kindness I will come into your house. I will bow toward your holy temple in reverence of you.

But let all those who take refuge in you rejoice, Let them always shout for joy, because you defend them. Let them also who love your name be joyful in you.

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh -- how long?

Oh let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, but establish the righteous; their minds and hearts are searched by the righteous God.

But Yahweh reigns forever. He has prepared his throne for judgment.

But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.

Yahweh examines the righteous, but the wicked and him who loves violence his soul hates.

But I trust in your loving kindness. My heart rejoices in your salvation.

In whose eyes a vile man is despised, but who honors those who fear Yahweh; he who keeps an oath even when it hurts, and doesn't change;

They came on me in the day of my calamity, but Yahweh was my support.

For you will save the afflicted people, but the haughty eyes you will bring down.

They cried, but there was none to save; even to Yahweh, but he didn't answer them.

Some trust in chariots, and some in horses, but we trust the name of Yahweh our God.

They are bowed down and fallen, but we rise up, and stand upright.

My God, I cry in the daytime, but you don't answer; in the night season, and am not silent.

But you are holy, you who inhabit the praises of Israel.

But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised by the people.

But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.

But don't be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.

For he has not despised nor abhorred the affliction of the afflicted, Neither has he hidden his face from him; but when he cried to him, he heard.

But as for me, I will walk in my integrity. Redeem me, and be merciful to me.

Don't draw me away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.

For his anger is but for a moment. His favor is for a lifetime. Weeping may stay for the night, but joy comes in the morning.

You, Yahweh, when you favored me, made my mountain stand strong; but when you hid your face, I was troubled.

I hate those who regard lying vanities, but I trust in Yahweh.

But I trust in you, Yahweh. I said, "You are my God."

Many sorrows come to the wicked, but loving kindness shall surround him who trusts in Yahweh.

The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger, but those who seek Yahweh shall not lack any good thing.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but Yahweh delivers him out of them all.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.

But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn't know it. They tore at me, and didn't cease.

For they don't speak peace, but they devise deceitful words against those who are quiet in the land.

For evildoers shall be cut off, but those who wait for Yahweh shall inherit the land.

But the humble shall inherit the land, and shall delight themselves in the abundance of peace.

For the arms of the wicked shall be broken, but Yahweh upholds the righteous.

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish -- vanish like smoke.

The wicked borrow, and don't pay back, but the righteous give generously.

For Yahweh loves justice, and doesn't forsake his saints. They are preserved forever, but the children of the wicked shall be cut off.

But he passed away, and behold, he was not. Yes, I sought him, but he could not be found.

But the salvation of the righteous is from Yahweh. He is their stronghold in the time of trouble.

But I, as a deaf man, don't hear. I am as a mute man who doesn't open his mouth.

But my enemies are vigorous and many. Those who hate me without reason are numerous.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don't delay, my God. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

But you, Yahweh, have mercy on me, and raise me up, that I may repay them.

You drove out the nations with your hand, but you planted them. You afflicted the peoples, but you spread them abroad.

For they didn't get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.

But you have saved us from our adversaries, and have shamed those who hate us.

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don't go out with our armies.

But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.

But God will redeem my soul from the power of Sheol, for he will receive me. Selah.

But to the wicked God says, "What right do you have to declare my statutes, that you have taken my covenant on your lips,

"Behold, this is the man who didn't make God his strength, but trusted in the abundance of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness."

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in God's house. I trust in God's loving kindness forever and ever.

But it was you, a man like me, my companion, and my familiar friend.

His mouth was smooth as butter, but his heart was war. His words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.

But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in you. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Silent Dove in Distant Lands." A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath.

But you, Yahweh, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.

But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.

They fully intend to throw him down from his lofty place. They delight in lies. They bless with their mouth, but they curse inwardly. Selah.

But those who seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.

But the king shall rejoice in God. Everyone who swears by him will praise him, for the mouth of those who speak lies shall be silenced. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

But God will shoot at them. They will be suddenly struck down with an arrow.

Sins overwhelmed me, but you atoned for our transgressions.

You allowed men to ride over our heads. We went through fire and through water, but you brought us to the place of abundance.

But most certainly, God has listened. He has heard the voice of my prayer.

But let the righteous be glad. Let them rejoice before God. Yes, let them rejoice with gladness.

God sets the lonely in families. He brings out the prisoners with singing, but the rebellious dwell in a sun-scorched land.

But God will strike through the head of his enemies, the hairy scalp of such a one as still continues in his guiltiness.

But as for me, my prayer is to you, Yahweh, in an acceptable time. God, in the abundance of your loving kindness, answer me in the truth of your salvation.

Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; for comforters, but I found none.

But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect me.

But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, God. You are my help and my deliverer. Yahweh, don't delay.

I am a marvel to many, but you are my strong refuge.

But I will always hope, and will add to all of your praise.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.

For there are no struggles in their death, but their strength is firm.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

But it is good for me to come close to God. I have made the Lord Yahweh my refuge, that I may tell of all your works. A contemplation by Asaph.

But God is the judge. He puts down one, and lifts up another.

But I will declare this forever: I will sing praises to the God of Jacob.

I will cut off all the horns of the wicked, but the horns of the righteous shall be lifted up. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A Psalm by Asaph. A song.

that they might set their hope in God, and not forget the works of God, but keep his commandments,

But they flattered him with their mouth, and lied to him with their tongue.

But he, being merciful, forgave iniquity, and didn't destroy them. Yes, many times he turned his anger away, and didn't stir up all his wrath.

He remembered that they were but flesh, a wind that passes away, and doesn't come again.

He made a path for his anger. He didn't spare their soul from death, but gave their life over to the pestilence,

But he led forth his own people like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock.

He led them safely, so that they weren't afraid, but the sea overwhelmed their enemies.

but turned back, and dealt treacherously like their fathers. They were turned aside like a deceitful bow.

But chose the tribe of Judah, Mount Zion which he loved.

But my people didn't listen to my voice. Israel desired none of me.

But he would have also fed them with the finest of the wheat. I will satisfy you with honey out of the rock." A Psalm by Asaph.

I will hear what God, Yahweh, will speak, for he will speak peace to his people, his saints; but let them not turn again to folly.

But you, Lord, are a merciful and gracious God, slow to anger, and abundant in loving kindness and truth.