I laid myself down and slept. I awakened; for Yahweh sustains me.

Stand in awe, and don't sin. Search your own heart on your bed, and be still. Selah.

In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you, Yahweh alone, make me live in safety. For the Chief Musician, with the flutes. A Psalm by David.

Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your anger, neither discipline me in your wrath.

Yahweh, my God, if I have done this, if there is iniquity in my hands,

let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust. Selah.

The trouble he causes shall return to his own head. His violence shall come down on the crown of his own head.

Sing praises to Yahweh, who dwells in Zion, and declare among the people what he has done.

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

Arise, Yahweh! Don't let man prevail. Let the nations be judged in your sight.

In arrogance, the wicked hunt down the weak. They are caught in the schemes that they devise.

Arise, Yahweh! God, lift up your hand! Don't forget the helpless.

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt. They have done abominable works. There is none who does good.

Yahweh looked down from heaven on the children of men, to see if there were any who did understand, who did seek after God.

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on Yahweh?

They have now surrounded us in our steps. They set their eyes to cast us down to the earth.

Arise, Yahweh, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;

He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.

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

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.

Don't be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.

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

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.

They shall come and shall declare his righteousness to a people that shall be born, for he has done it. A Psalm by David.

He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.

My God, I have trusted in you. Don't let me be shamed. Don't let my enemies triumph over me.

Don't remember the sins of my youth, nor my transgressions. Remember me according to your loving kindness, for your goodness' sake, Yahweh.

Don't gather my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men;

Don't hide your face from me. Don't put your servant away in anger. You have been my help. Don't abandon me, neither forsake me, God of my salvation.

Don't deliver me over to the desire of my adversaries, for false witnesses have risen up against me, such as breathe out cruelty.

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.

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.

Because they don't respect the works of Yahweh, nor the operation of his hands, he will break them down and not build them up.

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?

Bow down your ear to me. Deliver me speedily. Be to me a strong rock, a house of defense to save me.

Don't be like the horse, or like the mule, which have no understanding, who are controlled by bit and bridle, or else they will not come near to you.

Give thanks to Yahweh with the lyre. Sing praises to him with the harp of ten strings.

For the word of Yahweh is right. All his work is done in faithfulness.

For he spoke, and it was done. He commanded, and it stood firm.

Unrighteous witnesses rise up. They ask me about things that I don't know about.

I behaved myself as though it had been my friend or my brother. I bowed down mourning, as one who mourns his mother.

Don't let those who are my enemies wrongfully rejoice over me; neither let those who hate me without a cause wink their eyes.

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

You have seen it, Yahweh. Don't keep silent. Lord, don't be far from me.

Vindicate me, Yahweh my God, according to your righteousness. Don't let them gloat over me.

Don't let them say in their heart, "Aha! That's the way we want it!" Don't let them say, "We have swallowed him up!"

Don't let the foot of pride come against me. Don't let the hand of the wicked drive me away.

There the workers of iniquity are fallen. They are thrust down, and shall not be able to rise. By David.

Don't fret because of evildoers, neither be envious against those who work unrighteousness.

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

Rest in Yahweh, and wait patiently for him. Don't fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.

Cease from anger, and forsake wrath. Don't fret, it leads only to evildoing.

The wicked have drawn out the sword, and have bent their bow, to cast down the poor and needy, to kill those who are upright in the way.

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

Yahweh, don't rebuke me in your wrath, neither chasten me in your hot displeasure.

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

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

For I said, "Don't let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips."

Don't forsake me, Yahweh. My God, don't be far from me.

I said, "I will watch my ways, so that I don't sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me."

Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.

"Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Don't withhold your tender mercies from me, Yahweh. Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.

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.

Through you, will we push down our adversaries. Through your name, will we tread them under who rise up against us.

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

Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don't reject us forever.

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

God is in her midst. She shall not be moved. God will help her at dawn.

Don't be afraid when a man is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased.

I don't rebuke you for your sacrifices. Your burnt offerings are continually before me.

You have done these things, and I kept silent. You thought that I was just like you. I will rebuke you, and accuse you in front of your eyes.

Against you, and you only, have I sinned, and done that which is evil in your sight; that you may be proved right when you speak, and justified when you judge.

Don't throw me from your presence, and don't take your holy Spirit from me.

For you don't delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.

I will give you thanks forever, because you have done it. I will hope in your name, for it is good, in the presence of your saints. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Mahalath." A contemplation by David.

The fool has said in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt, and have done abominable iniquity. There is no one who does good.

God looks down from heaven on the children of men, to see if there are any who understood, who seek after God.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on God?

Listen to my prayer, God. Don't hide yourself from my supplication.

Destructive forces are within her. Threats and lies don't depart from her streets.

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

God, who is enthroned forever, will hear, and answer them. Selah. They never change, who don't fear God.

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.

Shall they escape by iniquity? In anger cast down the peoples, God.

For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into its midst themselves. Selah.

Wake up, my glory! Wake up, psaltery and harp! I will wake up the dawn.

Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David.

so that men shall say, "Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth." For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.

I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!

Don't kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.

They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.

To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.

God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

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

Through God we shall do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries. For the Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David.