My eyes grow dim from suffering; they grow weak because of all my enemies.

The wicked man is so arrogant he always thinks, "God won't hold me accountable; he doesn't care."

Deliver your people! Empower the nation that belongs to you! Care for them like a shepherd and carry them in your arms at all times!

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

For the music director; written by the Lord's servant, David; an oracle. An evil man is rebellious to the core. He does not fear God,

The words he speaks are sinful and deceitful; he does not care about doing what is wise and right.

I was stone silent; I held back the urge to speak. My frustration grew;

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

Say to God: "How awesome are your deeds! Because of your great power your enemies cower in fear before you.

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

Even when I am old and gray, O God, do not abandon me, until I tell the next generation about your strength, and those coming after me about your power.

My flesh and my heart may grow weak, but God always protects my heart and gives me stability.

so that the next generation, children yet to be born, might know about them. They will grow up and tell their descendants about them.

O God, invincible warrior, come back! Look down from heaven and take notice! Take care of this vine,

the root your right hand planted, the shoot you made to grow!

(May those who hate the Lord cower in fear before him! May they be permanently humiliated!)

My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

The godly grow like a palm tree; they grow high like a cedar in Lebanon.

Planted in the Lord's house, they grow in the courts of our God.

but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.

He waters the mountains from the upper rooms of his palace; the earth is full of the fruit you cause to grow.

He calmed the storm, and the waves grew silent.

The sailors rejoiced because the waves grew quiet, and he led them to the harbor they desired.

My eyes grow tired as I wait for your promise to be fulfilled. I say, "When will you comfort me?"

My eyes grow tired as I wait for your deliverance, for your reliable promise to be fulfilled.

You will eat what you worked so hard to grow. You will be blessed and secure.

Then our sons will be like plants, that quickly grow to full size. Our daughters will be like corner pillars, carved like those in a palace.

He covers the sky with clouds, provides the earth with rain, and causes grass to grow on the hillsides.