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.

And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

Rise, O Jehovah, in Thine anger, Be lifted up at the wrath of mine adversaries, And awake Thou for me: Judgment Thou hast commanded:

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

Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,

Arise, O Jehovah! O God, lift up Thy hand! Forget not the humble.

He hath not slandered by his tongue, He hath not done to his friend evil; And reproach he hath not lifted up Against his neighbour.

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.

Their fat they have closed up, Their mouths have spoken with pride:

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

We sing of thy salvation, And in the name of our God set up a banner. Jehovah doth fulfil all thy requests.

Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

Who goeth up into the hill of Jehovah? And who riseth up in His holy place?

The clean of hands, and pure of heart, Who hath not lifted up to vanity his soul, Nor hath sworn to deceit.

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

Lift up, O gates, your heads, And be lifted up, O doors age-during, And come in doth the king of glory!

By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, my soul I lift up.

Though a host doth encamp against me, My heart doth not fear, Though war riseth up against me, In this I am confident.

For He hideth me in a tabernacle in the day of evil, He hideth me in a secret place of His tent, On a rock he raiseth me up.

And now, lifted up is my head, Above my enemies -- my surrounders, And I sacrifice in His tent sacrifices of shouting, I sing, yea, I sing praise to Jehovah.

Hear the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee, In my lifting up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

For they attend not to the doing of Jehovah, And unto the work of His hands. He throweth them down, And doth not build them up.

A Psalm. -- A song of the dedication of the house of David. I exalt Thee, O Jehovah, For Thou hast drawn me up, and hast not let mine enemies rejoice over me.

Jehovah, Thou hast brought up from Sheol my soul, Thou hast kept me alive, From going down to the pit.

And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy, Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.

How abundant is Thy goodness, That Thou hast laid up for those fearing Thee,

Violent witnesses rise up, That which I have not known they ask me.

Stir up, and wake to my judgment, My God, and my Lord, to my plea.

They do not say in their heart, 'Aha, our desire.' They do not say, 'We swallowed him up.'

Lo, handbreadths Thou hast made my days, And mine age is as nothing before Thee, Only, all vanity is every man set up. Selah.

Only, in an image doth each walk habitually, Only, in vain, they are disquieted, He heapeth up and knoweth not who gathereth them.

Look from me, and I brighten up before I go and am not!

And He doth cause me to come up From a pit of desolation -- from mire of mud, And He raiseth up on a rock my feet, He is establishing my steps.

For thou art the God of my strength. Why hast Thou cast me off? Why mourning do I go up and down, In the oppression of an enemy?

Stir up -- why dost Thou sleep, O Lord? Awake, cast us not off for ever.

God hath gone up with a shout, Jehovah with the sound of a trumpet.

And to the wicked hath God said: What to thee -- to recount My statutes? That thou liftest up My covenant on thy mouth?

For strangers have risen up against me And terrible ones have sought my soul, They have not set God before them. Selah.

Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city.

To the Overseer. -- 'On the Dumb Dove far off.' -- A secret treasure of David, in the Philistines' taking hold of him in Gath. Favour me, O God, for man swallowed me up, All the day fighting he oppresseth me,

Mine enemies have swallowed up all the day, For many are fighting against me, O most High,

They are melted as waters, They go up and down for themselves, His arrow proceedeth as they cut themselves off.

Without punishment they run and prepare themselves, Stir up to meet me, and see.

Thou hast given to those fearing thee an ensign. To be lifted up as an ensign Because of truth. Selah.

Only -- vanity are the low, a lie the high. In balances to go up they than vanity are lighter.

So I bless Thee in my life, in Thy name I lift up my hands.

Its ridges have been filled, Deepened hath been its furrow, With showers Thou dost soften it, Its springing up Thou blessest.

Sing ye to God -- praise His name, Raise up a highway for Him who is riding in deserts, In Jah is His name, and exult before Him.

And I weep in the fasting of my soul, And it is for a reproach to me.

Let not a flood of waters overflow me, Nor let the deep swallow me up, Nor let the pit shut her mouth upon me.

Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back -- Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back -- Thou bringest me up.

Lift up Thy steps to the perpetual desolations, Everything the enemy did wickedly in the sanctuary.

Thou hast cleaved a fountain and a stream, Thou hast dried up perennial flowings.

Thou hast set up all the borders of earth, Summer and winter Thou hast formed them.

Give not up to a company, The soul of Thy turtle-dove, The company of Thy poor ones forget not for ever.

Forget not the voice of Thine adversaries, The noise of Thy withstanders is going up continually!

I have said to the boastful, 'Be not boastful,' And to the wicked, 'Raise not up a horn.'

Raise not up on high your horn, (Ye speak with a stiff neck.)

But God is judge, This He maketh low -- and this He lifteth up.

Hath God forgotten His favours? Hath He shut up in anger His mercies? Selah.

Poured out waters have thick clouds, The skies have given forth a noise, Also -- Thine arrows go up and down.

And He raiseth up a testimony in Jacob, And a law hath placed in Israel, That He commanded our fathers, To make them known to their sons.

Therefore hath Jehovah heard, And He sheweth Himself wroth, And fire hath been kindled against Jacob, And anger also hath gone up against Israel,

And the anger of God hath gone up against them, And He slayeth among their fat ones, And youths of Israel He caused to bend.

And He -- the Merciful One, Pardoneth iniquity, and destroyeth not, And hath often turned back His anger, And waketh not up all His fury.

And delivereth up to the hail their beasts, And their cattle to the burning flames.

He pondereth a path for His anger, He kept not back their soul from death, Yea, their life to the pestilence He delivered up.

And delivereth up to the sword His people, And with His inheritance shewed Himself angry.

His priests by the sword have fallen, And their widows weep not.

Before Ephraim, and Benjamin, and Manasseh, Wake up Thy might, and come for our salvation.

Lift up a song, and give out a timbrel, A pleasant harp with psaltery.

I am Jehovah thy God, Who bringeth thee up out of the land of Egypt. Enlarge thy mouth, and I fill it.

Till when do ye judge perversely? And the face of the wicked lift up? Selah.

For, lo, Thine enemies do roar, And those hating Thee have lifted up the head,

Thou hast gathered up all Thy wrath, Thou hast turned back from the fierceness of Thine anger.

Truth from the earth springeth up, And righteousness from heaven looketh out,

Rejoice the soul of Thy servant, For unto Thee, O Lord, my soul I lift up.

O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,

Thou hast put mine acquaintance far from me, Thou hast made me an abomination to them, Shut up -- I go not forth.

Thou art ruler over the pride of the sea, In the lifting up of its billows Thou dost restrain them.

On the hands they bear thee up, Lest thou smite against a stone thy foot.

And mine eye looketh on mine enemies, Of those rising up against me, The evil doers, do mine ears hear.

Floods have lifted up, O Jehovah, Floods have lifted up their voice, Floods lift up their breakers.

Be lifted up, O Judge of the earth, Send back a recompence on the proud.

Who riseth up for me with evil doers? Who stationeth himself for me with workers of iniquity?

Ascribe to Jehovah the honour of His name, Lift up a present and come in to His courts.

From Thine indignation and Thy wrath, For Thou hast lifted me up, And dost cast me down.

I say, 'My God, take me not up in the midst of my days,' Through all generations are Thine years.

They go up hills -- they go down valleys, Unto a place Thou hast founded for them.

Causing grass to spring up for cattle, And herb for the service of man, To bring forth bread from the earth,

And they go up and down, from nation unto nation, From a kingdom unto another people.

And rebuketh the sea of Suph, and it is dried up, And causeth them to go Through depths as a wilderness.

Earth openeth, and swalloweth up Dathan, And covereth over the company of Abiram.

And He lifteth up His hand to them, To cause them to fall in a wilderness,

And He saith, and appointeth a tempest, And it lifteth up its billows,

They go up to the heavens, they go down to the depths, Their soul in evil is melted.

They reel to and fro, and move as a drunkard, And all their wisdom is swallowed up.

From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!

He is raising up from the dust the poor, From a dunghill He exalteth the needy.

The cup of salvation I lift up, And in the name of Jehovah I call.