He will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water,
Which yields its fruit in its season
And its leaf does not wither;
And in whatever he does, he prospers.

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

‘You shall break them with a rod of iron,
You shall shatter them like earthenware.’”

Or he will tear my soul like a lion,
Dragging me away, while there is none to deliver.

Let my judgment come forth from Your presence;
Let Your eyes look with equity.

He is like a lion that is eager to tear,
And as a young lion lurking in hiding places.

He makes my feet like hinds’ feet,
And sets me upon my high places.

I am poured out like water,
And 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,
And my tongue cleaves to my jaws;
And You lay me in the dust of death.

I can count all my bones.
They look, they stare at me;

Look upon my affliction and my trouble,
And forgive all my sins.

Look upon my enemies, for they are many,
And they hate me with violent hatred.

A Psalm of David.
To You, O Lord, I call;
My rock, do not be deaf to me,
For if You are silent to me,
I will become like those who go down to the pit.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,
And Sirion like a young wild ox.

I am forgotten as a dead man, out of mind;
I am like a broken vessel.

The young lions do lack and suffer hunger;
But they who seek the Lord shall not be in want of any good thing.

Let them be like chaff before the wind,
With the angel of the Lord driving them on.

All my bones will say, “Lord, who is like You,
Who delivers the afflicted from him who is too strong for him,
And the afflicted and the needy from him who robs him?”

Like godless jesters at a feast,
They gnashed at me with their teeth.

Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue my soul from their ravages,
My only life from the lions.

Your righteousness is like the mountains of God;
Your judgments are like a great deep.
O Lord, You preserve man and beast.

For they will wither quickly like the grass
And fade like the green herb.

Yet a little while and the wicked man will be no more;
And you will look carefully for his place and he will not be there.

But the wicked will perish;
And the enemies of the Lord will be like the glory of the pastures,
They vanish—like smoke they vanish away.

I have seen a wicked, violent man
Spreading himself like a luxuriant tree in its native soil.

But I, like a deaf man, do not hear;
And I am like a mute man who does not open his mouth.

Yes, I am like a man who does not hear,
And in whose mouth are no arguments.

“Hear my prayer, O Lord, and give ear to my cry;
Do not be silent at my tears;
For I am a stranger with You,
A sojourner like all my fathers.

But man in his pomp will not endure;
He is like the beasts that perish.

Man in his pomp, yet without understanding,
Is like the beasts that perish.

“These things you have done and I kept silence;
You thought that I was just like you;
I will reprove you and state the case in order before your eyes.

Your tongue devises destruction,
Like a sharp razor, O worker of deceit.

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in the house of God;
I trust in the lovingkindness of God forever and ever.

I said, “Oh, that I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and be at rest.

They have venom like the venom of a serpent;
Like a deaf cobra that stops up its ear,

Let them flow away like water that runs off;
When he aims his arrows, let them be as headless shafts.

Let them be as a snail which melts away as it goes along,
Like the miscarriages of a woman which never see the sun.

They return at evening, they howl like a dog,
And go around the city.

My God in His lovingkindness will meet me;
God will let me look triumphantly upon my foes.

They return at evening, they howl like a dog,
And go around the city.

How long will you assail a man,
That you may murder him, all of you,
Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

Who have sharpened their tongue like a sword.
They aimed bitter speech as their arrow,

When you lie down among the sheepfolds,
You are like the wings of a dove covered with silver,
And its pinions with glistening gold.

Why do you look with envy, O mountains with many peaks,
At the mountain which God has desired for His abode?
Surely the Lord will dwell there forever.

For Your righteousness, O God, reaches to the heavens,
You who have done great things;
O God, who is like You?

May he come down like rain upon the mown grass,
Like showers that water the earth.

Let the nomads of the desert bow before him,
And his enemies lick the dust.

May there be abundance of grain in the earth on top of the mountains;
Its fruit will wave like the cedars of Lebanon;
And may those from the city flourish like vegetation of the earth.

They are not in trouble as other men,
Nor are they plagued like mankind.

Like a dream when one awakes,
O Lord, when aroused, You will despise their form.

Then I was senseless and ignorant;
I was like a beast before You.

Your way, O God, is holy;
What god is great like our God?

You led Your people like a flock
By the hand of Moses and Aaron.

And not be like their fathers,
A stubborn and rebellious generation,
A generation that did not prepare its heart
And whose spirit was not faithful to God.

He divided the sea and caused them to pass through,
And He made the waters stand up like a heap.

He split the rocks in the wilderness
And gave them abundant drink like the ocean depths.

He brought forth streams also from the rock
And caused waters to run down like rivers.

When He rained meat upon them like the dust,
Even winged fowl like the sand of the seas,

But He led forth His own people like sheep
And guided them in the wilderness like a flock;

But turned back and acted treacherously like their fathers;
They turned aside like a treacherous bow.

Then the Lord awoke as if from sleep,
Like a warrior overcome by wine.

And He built His sanctuary like the heights,
Like the earth which He has founded forever.

They have poured out their blood like water round about Jerusalem;
And there was no one to bury them.

How long, O Lord? Will You be angry forever?
Will Your jealousy burn like fire?

For the choir director; set to El Shoshannim; Eduth. A Psalm of Asaph.
Oh, give ear, Shepherd of Israel,
You who lead Joseph like a flock;
You who are enthroned above the cherubim, shine forth!

O God of hosts, turn again now, we beseech You;
Look down from heaven and see, and take care of this vine,

“Nevertheless you will die like men
And fall like any one of the princes.”

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

O my God, make them like the whirling dust,
Like chaff before the wind.

Like fire that burns the forest
And like a flame that sets the mountains on fire,

Behold our shield, O God,
And look upon the face of Your anointed.

There is no one like You among the gods, O Lord,
Nor are there any works like Yours.

I am reckoned among those who go down to the pit;
I have become like a man without strength,

Forsaken among the dead,
Like the slain who lie in the grave,
Whom You remember no more,
And they are cut off from Your hand.

They have surrounded me like water all day long;
They have encompassed me altogether.

For who in the skies is comparable to the Lord?
Who among the sons of the mighty is like the Lord,

O Lord God of hosts, who is like You, O mighty Lord?
Your faithfulness also surrounds You.

You Yourself crushed Rahab like one who is slain;
You scattered Your enemies with Your mighty arm.

“It shall be established forever like the moon,
And the witness in the sky is faithful.” Selah.

How long, O Lord?
Will You hide Yourself forever?
Will Your wrath burn like fire?

For a thousand years in Your sight
Are like yesterday when it passes by,
Or as a watch in the night.

You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep;
In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.

For all our days have declined in Your fury;
We have finished our years like a sigh.

You will only look on with your eyes
And see the recompense of the wicked.

That when the wicked sprouted up like grass
And all who did iniquity flourished,
It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.

But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
I have been anointed with fresh oil.

The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree,
He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

The mountains melted like wax at the presence of the Lord,
At the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.

Light is sown like seed for the righteous
And gladness for the upright in heart.

Whoever secretly slanders his neighbor, him I will destroy;
No one who has a haughty look and an arrogant heart will I endure.

For my days have been consumed in smoke,
And my bones have been scorched like a hearth.

My heart has been smitten like grass and has withered away,
Indeed, I forget to eat my bread.

I resemble a pelican of the wilderness;
I have become like an owl of the waste places.

I lie awake,
I have become like a lonely bird on a housetop.

For I have eaten ashes like bread
And mingled my drink with weeping

My days are like a lengthened shadow,
And I wither away like grass.

“Even they will perish, but You endure;
And all of them will wear out like a garment;
Like clothing You will change them and they will be changed.

Who satisfies your years with good things,
So that your youth is renewed like the eagle.

As for man, his days are like grass;
As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

Covering Yourself with light as with a cloak,
Stretching out heaven like a tent curtain.