He will be like a tree planted by the rivers of water, which gives its fruit at the right time, whose leaves will ever be green; and he will do well in all his undertakings.

The evil-doers are not so; but are like the dust from the grain, which the wind takes away.

Thou hast put gladness in my heart, more than in the time that their corn and their wine increased.

I am exhausted as I groan; all night long I drench my bed in tears; my tears saturate the cushion beneath me.

Mine eye wasteth away through grief; it hath grown old because of all mine oppressors.

Return doth his perverseness on his head, And on his crown his violence cometh down.

That thou shouldst make him little less than messengers of God, with glory and honour, shouldst crown him?

For thou preventest him with the blessings of goodness: thou settest a crown of pure gold on his head.

For the music director; according to the tune "Morning Doe;" a psalm of David. My God, my God, why have you abandoned me? I groan in prayer, but help seems far away.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

Let them be like dust from the grain before the wind; let the angel of the Lord send them in flight.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither as the green herb.

I have seen the wicked in great power, and spreading himself like a green bay tree.

I am numb and greatly bruised [deadly cold and completely worn out];
I groan because of the disquiet and moaning of my heart.

But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God: I trust in the mercy of God for ever and ever.

Attend to me and answer me. I am restless in my lamenting and I groan,

{Morning, noon and night} I will lament and groan loudly, and he will hear my voice.

Before your pots can feel the thorns, He will take them away with a whirlwind, the green and the burning alike.

May they be given over to the power of the sword; may they become carrion for jackals.

Thou visitest the earth, and waterest it: thou greatly enrichest it with the river of God, which is full of water: thou preparest them corn, when thou hast so provided for it.

You crown the year with Your bounty,
And Your paths overflow.

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

Though ye have lain among the sheepfolds, ye shall be as wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with green gold.

Only -- God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.

There shall be an handful of corn in the earth upon the top of the mountains; the fruit thereof shall shake like Lebanon: and they of the city shall flourish like grass of the earth.

But my heart had grown embittered, And, in my reins, had I received wounds;

I remember God; then I am disquieted and I groan;
I sigh [in prayer], and my spirit grows faint. Selah.

And had rained down manna upon them to eat, and had given them of the corn of heaven.

When he gave to the corn-locust their produce, And their toil, to the swarming locust;

I would give them the best grain for food; you would be full of honey from the rock.

Then your voice came to your holy one in a vision, saying, I have put the crown on a strong one, lifting up one taken from among the people.

Thou hast made void the covenant of thy servant: thou hast profaned his crown by casting it to the ground.

In the morning it is green and groweth up; but in the evening it is cut down, dried up, and withered.

How great have grown thy works, Yahweh, How very deep are laid thy plans!

that the ungodly are green as grass, and that all the works of wickedness do flourish, to be destroyed forever.

You've grown my strength like the horn of a wild ox; I was anointed with fresh oil.

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; They shall be full of sap and green:

Because of the anxiety that makes me groan, my bones protrude from my skin.

My days, are like a shadow extended, And, I, as green herbage, do wither.

To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,

Thou bringest forth grass for the cattle, and green herbs for the service of men.

They consumed every green plant in their land, and devoured the fruit of their soil.

My knees are weak from fasting,
And my flesh has grown lean, without fatness.

They have hands, but cannot touch; feet, but cannot walk; they cannot even groan with their throats.

God is the LORD, and hath showed us light; O garnish the solemn feast with green branches, even unto the horns of the altar.

He who goes back and forth weeping, carrying his bag of seed [for planting],
Will indeed come again with a shout of joy, bringing his sheaves with him.

Let them be even as the hay upon the housetops, which withereth afore it be grown up;

which cannot fill the reaper's hand, or the lap of the one who gathers the grain!

His enemies will I clothe with shame: but upon himself shall his crown flourish.

“Bring my soul out of prison (adversity),
So that I may give thanks and praise Your name;
The righteous will surround me [in triumph],
For You will look after me.”

That our sons may be as plants grown up in their youth; that our daughters may be as corner stones, polished after the similitude of a palace:

He gives peace in all your land, making your stores full of fat grain.

For the Lord has pleasure in his people: he gives the poor in spirit a crown of salvation.