Oh let not the ill-treated ones return ashamed; let the poor and needy praise Your name.

From the face of lawless ones who have treated me with violence, the foes of my soul, who come round against me:

Not according to our sins, hath he dealt with us, Nor according to our iniquities, hath he treated us.

ט TetLord, You have treated Your servant well,
just as You promised.

I will sing to the Lord
because He has treated me generously.

but it is you a man whom I treated as my equal my personal confidant, my close friend!

Return to your resting place, my soul, for the LORD treated you generously.

Yet because of you we are killed all day long; we are treated like sheep at the slaughtering block.

They angered him also at the waters of strife, so that it went ill with Moses for their sakes:

But as for me, when they were ill I put on the clothing of sorrow: I went without food and was sad, and my prayer came back again to my heart.

Mine enemies, speak ill of me, When will he die, and his name perish?

because they were rebellious against his spirit, and he spoke ill-advisedly with his lips.

Fools, because of their rebellious way,
And because of their sins, were afflicted.

Reproach broke my heart, and I shall be ill at ease: and I shall hope for comforting, and none; and for those consoling, and I found not

Treat them as guilty, O God; let them fall because of their plans. Because of the abundance of their transgressions cast them out, for they have rebelled against you.

for [the] wicked boasts about the desire of his {heart}, and [the] one greedy for gain curses [and] treats Yahweh with contempt.

Why does the wicked treat God with contempt? He says in his heart, "You will not call [me] to account."

How long, O God, will [the] adversary taunt? Will [the] enemy treat your name with contempt forever?

O Yahweh, remember this: [the] enemy taunts, and foolish people treat your name with contempt.

For the music director; a psalm of David. How blessed is the one who treats the poor properly! When trouble comes, the Lord delivers him.

You made us an object of ridicule among the nations; foreigners treat us with contempt.

My own brothers treat me like a stranger; they act as if I were a foreigner.

They treat me like those who descend into the grave. I am like a helpless man,

You rebuke by chastening a man with the consequence of iniquities; you destroy what is attractive to him, as one would treat a moth. Indeed, every person is a puff of wind. Interlude

Blessed are those who observe justice [by honoring God’s precepts],
Who practice righteousness at all times.

If You, Lord, should keep an account of our sins and treat us accordingly,
O Lord, who could stand [before you in judgment and claim innocence]?