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.

As far as the east is from the west, so far has he removed our transgressions from us.

Why do you stand far off, Yahweh? Why do you hide yourself in times of trouble?

His ways are prosperous at all times. He is haughty, and your laws are far from his sight. As for all his adversaries, he sneers at them.

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from helping me, and from the words of my groaning?

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.

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

My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague. My kinsmen stand far away.

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

They are appointed as a flock for Sheol. Death shall be their shepherd. The upright shall have dominion over them in the morning. Their beauty shall decay in Sheol, far from their mansion.

Behold, then I would wander far off. I would lodge in the wilderness." Selah.

By awesome deeds of righteousness, you answer us, God of our salvation. You who are the hope of all the ends of the earth, of those who are far away on the sea;