Hear, Yahweh, my righteous plea; Give ear to my prayer, that doesn't go out of deceitful lips.

All the rich ones of the earth shall eat and worship. All those who go down to the dust shall bow before him, even he who can't keep his soul alive.

I have not sat with deceitful men, neither will I go in with hypocrites.

I will wash my hands in innocence, so I will go about your altar, Yahweh;

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don't be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

"What profit is there in my destruction, if I go down to the pit? Shall the dust praise you? Shall it declare your truth?

I will instruct you and teach you in the way which you shall go. I will counsel you with my eye on you.

he will make your righteousness go forth as the light, and your justice as the noon day sun.

I am pained and bowed down greatly. I go mourning all day long.

Oh spare me, that I may recover strength, before I go away, and exist no more." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, God, my God.

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

Walk about Zion, and go around her. Number its towers.

he shall go to the generation of his fathers. They shall never see the light.

Let death come suddenly on them. Let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is in their dwelling, in the midst of them.

The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.

At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

Haven't you, God, rejected us? You don't go out with our armies, God.

Surely men of low degree are just a breath, and men of high degree are a lie. In the balances they will go up. They are together lighter than a breath.

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

Be to me a rock of refuge to which I may always go. Give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.

So I let them go after the stubbornness of their hearts, that they might walk in their own counsels.

They go from strength to strength. Everyone of them appears before God in Zion.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

Righteousness and justice are the foundation of your throne. Loving kindness and truth go before your face.

There the ships go, and leviathan, whom you formed to play there.

The king sent and freed him; even the ruler of peoples, and let him go free.

he led them also by a straight way, that they might go to a city to live in.

Those who go down to the sea in ships, who do business in great waters;

They mount up to the sky; they go down again to the depths. Their soul melts away because of trouble.

Haven't you rejected us, God? You don't go forth, God, with our armies.

The dead don't praise Yah, neither any who go down into silence;

I was glad when they said to me, "Let's go to Yahweh's house!"

where the tribes go up, even Yah's tribes, according to an ordinance for Israel, to give thanks to the name of Yahweh.

Neither do those who go by say, "The blessing of Yahweh be on you. We bless you in the name of Yahweh." A Song of Ascents.

"Surely I will not come into the structure of my house, nor go up into my bed;

"We will go into his dwelling place. We will worship at his footstool.

Where could I go from your Spirit? Or where could I flee from your presence?

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.