and make them a little less than the heavenly beings? You grant mankind honor and majesty;

The Lord's words are absolutely reliable. They are as untainted as silver purified in a furnace on the ground, where it is thoroughly refined.

They attack me, now they surround me; they intend to throw me to the ground.

I grind them as fine windblown dust; I beat them underfoot like clay in the streets.

May he grant your heart's desire; may he bring all your plans to pass!

Then we will shout for joy over your victory; we will rejoice in the name of our God! May the Lord grant all your requests!

You grant him his heart's desire; you do not refuse his request. (Selah)

For you grant him lasting blessings; you give him great joy by allowing him into your presence.

For we lie in the dirt, with our bellies pressed to the ground.

Grant me the ultimate joy of being forgiven! May the bones you crushed rejoice!

For you, O God, hear my vows; you grant me the reward that belongs to your loyal followers.

You saturate its furrows, and soak its plowed ground. With rain showers you soften its soil, and make its crops grow.

I sink into the deep mire where there is no solid ground; I am in deep water, and the current overpowers me.

Don't let the current overpower me! Don't let the deep swallow me up! Don't let the pit devour me!

For Solomon. O God, grant the king the ability to make just decisions! Grant the king's son the ability to make fair decisions!

They set your sanctuary on fire; they desecrate your dwelling place by knocking it to the ground.

You cleared the ground for it; it took root, and filled the land.

They were destroyed at Endor; their corpses were like manure on the ground.

Faithfulness grows from the ground, and deliverance looks down from the sky.

You have repudiated your covenant with your servant; you have thrown his crown to the ground.

You have brought to an end his splendor, and have knocked his throne to the ground.

He provides grass for the cattle, and crops for people to cultivate, so they can produce food from the ground,

When you send your life-giving breath, they are created, and you replenish the surface of the ground.

When the wicked see this, they will worry; they will grind their teeth in frustration and melt away; the desire of the wicked will perish.

Please Lord, deliver! Please Lord, grant us success!

The water would have overpowered us; the current would have overwhelmed us.

Certainly my enemies chase me. They smash me into the ground. They force me to live in dark regions, like those who have been dead for ages.

Their life's breath departs, they return to the ground; on that day their plans die.

The Lord lifts up the oppressed, but knocks the wicked to the ground.