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A Psalm of David, in his fleeing from the face of Absalom his son. Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me.

Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied.

Declare them guilty, O God, Let them fall from their own counsels, In the abundance of their transgressions Drive them away, Because they have rebelled against Thee.

I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night on my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

'The Erring One,' by David, that he sung to Jehovah concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite. O Jehovah, my God, in Thee I have trusted, Save me from all my pursuers, and deliver me.

O Jehovah, my God, if I have done this, If there is iniquity in my hands,

If I have done my well-wisher evil, And draw mine adversary without cause,

O thou Enemy, Finished have been destructions for ever, As to cities thou hast plucked up, Perished hath their memorial with them.

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

Jehovah is king to the age, and for ever, The nations have perished out of His land!

For lo, the wicked tread a bow, They have prepared their arrow on the string, To shoot in darkness at the upright in heart.

To the Overseer, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men:

Have all working iniquity not known? Those consuming my people have eaten bread, Jehovah they have not called.

Multiplied are their griefs, Who have hastened backward; I pour not out their libations of blood, Nor do I take up their names on my lips.

Lines have fallen to me in pleasant places, Yea, a beauteous inheritance is for me.

As to doings of man, Through a word of Thy lips I have observed The paths of a destroyer;

To uphold my goings in Thy paths, My steps have not slidden.

Our steps now have compassed him;' Their eyes they set to turn aside in the land.

From men, Thy hand, O Jehovah, From men of the world, their portion is in life, And with Thy hidden things Thou fillest their belly, They are satisfied with sons; And have left their abundance to their sucklings.

Cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been snares of death.

Gone up hath smoke by His nostrils, And fire from His mouth consumeth, Coals have been kindled by it.

From the brightness over-against Him His thick clouds have passed on, Hail and coals of fire.

He delivereth me from my strong enemy, And from those hating me, For they have been stronger than I.

For I have kept the ways of Jehovah, And have not done wickedly against my God.

Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of the people, Thou placest me for a head of nations, A people I have not known do serve me.

Now I have known That Jehovah hath saved His anointed, He answereth him from His holy heavens, With the saving might of His right hand.

They -- they have bowed and have fallen, And we have risen and station ourselves upright.

On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou art my God.

Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,

As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

And the fat ones of earth have eaten, And they bow themselves, Before Him bow do all going down to dust, And he who hath not revived his soul.

Cause me to tread in Thy truth, and teach me, For Thou art the God of my salvation, Near Thee I have waited all the day.

The distresses of my heart have enlarged themselves, From my distresses bring me out.

See my enemies, for they have been many, And with violent hatred they have hated me.

By David. Judge me, O Jehovah, for I in mine integrity have walked, And in Jehovah I have trusted, I slide not.

For Thy kindness is before mine eyes, And I have walked habitually in Thy truth.

I have hated the assembly of evil doers, And with the wicked I sit not.

Jehovah, I have loved the habitation of Thy house, And the place of the tabernacle of Thine honour.

When evil doers come near to me to eat my flesh, My adversaries and mine enemies to me, They have stumbled and fallen.

Give me not to the will of my adversaries, For risen against me have false witnesses, And they breathe out violence to me.

By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit.

And I -- I have said in mine ease, 'I am not moved -- to the age.

O Jehovah, in Thy good pleasure, Thou hast caused strength to remain for my mountain,' Thou hast hidden Thy face -- I have been troubled.

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. In Thee, O Jehovah, I have trusted, Let me not be ashamed to the age, In Thy righteousness deliver me.

Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without -- fled from me.

For I have heard an evil account of many, Fear is round about. In their being united against me, To take my life they have devised,

O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.

And I -- I have said in my haste, 'I have been cut off from before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee.

When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.

For in Him doth our heart rejoice, For in His holy name we have trusted.

Let Thy kindness, O Jehovah, be upon us, As we have waited for Thee!

And I -- in their sickness my clothing is sackcloth, I have humbled with fastings my soul, And my prayer unto my bosom returneth.

As if a friend, as if my brother, I walked habitually, As a mourner for a mother, Mourning I have bowed down.

And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

There have workers of iniquity fallen, They have been overthrown, And have not been able to arise!

A sword have the wicked opened, And they have trodden their bow, To cause to fall the poor and needy, To slaughter the upright of the way.

But the wicked perish, and the enemies of Jehovah, As the preciousness of lambs, Have been consumed, In smoke they have been consumed.

I have seen the wicked terrible, And spreading as a green native plant,

For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.

I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.