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The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away.

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

which is as a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, like a strong man rejoicing to run his course.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

He makes them also to skip like a calf; Lebanon and Sirion like a young, wild ox.

Do not 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.

All my bones shall say, "LORD, who is like you, who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him; yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?"

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of the LORD shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish?vanish like smoke.

I have seen the wicked in great power, spreading himself like a green tree in its native soil.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

You have made us like sheep for food, and have scattered us among the nations.

My heart overflows with a noble theme. I recite my verses for the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.

All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.

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.

Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.

Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.

At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

How long will you assault a man, would all of you throw him down, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

Your righteousness also, God, reaches to the heavens; you have done great things. God, who is like you?

There shall be abundance of grain throughout the land. Its fruit sways like Lebanon. Let it flourish, thriving like the grass of the field.

They are free from burdens of men, neither are they plagued like other men.

They behaved like men wielding axes, cutting through a thicket of trees.

Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?

He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers.

But he led forth his own people like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock.

but turned back, and dealt treacherously like their fathers. They were turned aside like a deceitful bow.

Then the Lord awakened as one out of sleep, like a mighty man who shouts by reason of wine.

He built his sanctuary like the heights, like the earth which he has established forever.

Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.

The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God's cedars.

Nevertheless you shall die like men, and fall like one of the rulers."

Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb; yes, all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna;

My God, make them like tumbleweed; like chaff before the wind.

There is no one like you among the gods, Lord, nor any deeds like your deeds.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.

For who in the skies can be compared to the LORD? Who among the sons of God is like the LORD,

You have broken Rahab in pieces, like one of the slain. You have scattered your enemies with your mighty arm.

His seed will endure forever, his throne like the sun before me.

It will be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky." Selah.

How long, LORD? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

The mountains melt like wax at the presence of the LORD, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a firebrand.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.

Yet he lifts the needy out of their affliction, and increases their families like a flock.

He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

Who is like the LORD, our God, who has his seat on high,

The mountains skipped like rams, the little hills like lambs.

You mountains, that you skipped like rams; you little hills, like lambs?

They surrounded me like bees. They are quenched like the burning thorns. In the name of the LORD I cut them off.

For I have become like a wineskin in the smoke. I do not forget your statutes.

You put away all the wicked of the earth like dross. Therefore I love your testimonies.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep. Seek your servant, for I do not forget your commandments.

Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

When the LORD brought back those who returned to Zion, we were like those who dream.

Restore our fortunes again, LORD, like the streams in the Negev.

Surely I have stilled and quieted my soul, like a weaned child with his mother, like a weaned child is my soul within me.