He will be like a tree planted by streams of water, yielding its fruit in its season, and whose leaf does not wither. He will prosper in everything he does.

But this is not the case with the wicked. They are like chaff that the wind blows away.

You will break them with an iron rod, you will shatter them like pottery."

Indeed, you will bless the righteous one, LORD, like a large shield, you will surround him with favor. To the Director: With stringed instruments. On an eight-stringed harp. A Davidic Psalm

Otherwise, they will rip me to shreds like a lion, tearing me apart with no one to rescue me.

When I look at the heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you established

Their eyes secretly watch the helpless, lying in wait like a lion in his den. They lie in wait to catch the afflicted. They catch the afflicted when they pull him into their net.

I take refuge in the LORD. So how can you say to me, "Flee like a bird to the mountains."?

Look, the wicked have bent their bow and placed their arrow on the string, to shoot from the darkness at the upright in heart.

The words of the LORD are pure, like silver refined in an earthen furnace, purified seven times over.

Look at me! Answer me, LORD, my God! Give light to my eyes! Otherwise, I will sleep in death;

Will those who do evil ever learn? They devour my people like they devour bread, and never call on the LORD.

Like a lion they desire to rip us to pieces, like a young lion waiting in ambush.

I ground them like wind-swept dust; I emptied them out like dirt in the street.

which is like a bridegroom coming out of his chamber, or like a champion who rejoices at the beginning of a race.

When you appear, you will set them ablaze like a fire furnace. In his wrath, the LORD will consume them, and the fire will devour them.

Their mouths are opened wide toward me, like roaring and attacking lions.

I am poured out like water; all my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax, melting within me.

My strength is dried up like broken pottery; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth, and you have brought me down to the dust of death.

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

The LORD is the one who is shepherding me; I lack nothing.

My eyes look to the LORD continuously, because he's the one who releases my feet from the trap.

Look upon my distress and affliction; forgive all my sins.

Look how many enemies I have gained! They hate me with a vicious hatred.

To you, LORD, I cry out! My Rock, do not refuse to answer me. If you remain silent, I will become like those who descend into the Pit.

He makes them stagger like a calf, even Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild ox.

Like a dead man, I am forgotten in their thoughts like broken pottery.

I have heard the slander of many; it is like terror all around me, as they conspire together and plot to take my life.

Don't be like a horse or mule, without understanding. They are held in check by a bit and bridle in their mouths; otherwise they will not remain near you.

Look to him and be radiant; and you will not be ashamed.

Fear the LORD, you holy ones of his; for those who fear him lack nothing.

Young lions lack and go hungry, but those who seek the LORD will never lack any good thing.

Make them like the chaff before the wind, as the messenger of the LORD pushes them aside.

All my bones will say, "LORD, who is like you? Who delivers the weak from the one who is stronger than he, and the weak and the needy from the one who wants to rob him?"

Your righteousness is like the mountains of God; your justice is like the great depths of the sea. You deliver both people and animals, LORD.

Indeed, they soon will wither like grass, and like green herbs they will fade away.

Indeed, the wicked will perish. The LORD's enemies will be consumed like flowers in the fields. They will vanish like smoke.

I once observed a wicked and oppressive person, flourishing like a green tree in native soil.

My iniquities loom over my head; like a cumbersome burden, they are too heavy for me.

I am like the deaf, who cannot hear, and like the mute, who cannot open his mouth.

Indeed, I have become like a man who hears nothing, and in whose mouth there is no rebuke.

Look, you have made my life span fit in your hand; It is nothing compared to yours. Surely every person at their best is a puff of wind. Interlude

Hear my prayer, LORD, pay attention to my cry, and do not ignore my tears. I am an alien in your presence, a stranger just like my ancestors were.

Like the shattering of my bones are the taunts of my oppressors, saying to me all day long, "Where is your God?"

You handed us over to be slaughtered like sheep and you scattered us among the nations.

My heart is overflowing with good news; I speak what I have composed to the king; my tongue is like the pen of an articulate scribe.

Look! There is a river whose streams make the city of God rejoice, even the Holy Place of the Most High.

Trembling seized them there, pains like those of a woman in labor,

But humanity cannot last, despite its conceit; it will pass away just like the animals.

Like sheep, they are destined for the realm of the dead, with death as their shepherd. The upright will have dominion over them in the morning; their strength will be consumed in the afterlife, so that they have no home.

you will end up like your ancestors' generation, never again to see the light of day!

Humanity, despite its conceit, does not understand that it will perish, just like the animals. A song of Asaph.

These things you did, and I kept silent, because you assumed that I was like you. But now I am going to rebuke you, and I will set forth my case before your very own eyes."

Your tongue, like a sharp razor, devises wicked things and crafts treachery.

"Look, here is a young man who refused to make God his strength; instead, he trusted in his great wealth and made his wickedness his strength.

But I am like a green olive tree in the house of God; I trust in the gracious love of God forever and ever.

Will those who do evil ever learn? They devour my people like they devour bread, and never call on God.

Look, God is my helper; the Lord is with those who are guarding my life.

Look, I want to flee far away; I want to settle down in the wilderness. Interlude

I am surrounded by lions. I lie down with those who burn with fire that is, with people whose teeth are like spears and arrows whose tongues are like sharp swords.

Their venom is like a poisonous snake; even like a deaf serpent that shuts its ears,

May they flow away like rain water that runs off, may they become like someone who shoots broken arrows.

May they be like a snail that dries up as it crawls; like a woman's stillborn baby, who never saw the sun.

Before your clay pots are placed on a fire of burning thorns whether green or ablaze wrath will sweep them away like a storm.

Look, they lie in ambush for my life; these violent men gather together against me, but not because of any transgression or sin of mine, LORD.

At night they return like howling dogs; they prowl around the city.

Look what pours out of their mouths! They use their lips like swords, saying "Who will hear us?"

At night they return like howling dogs; they prowl around the city.

who sharpen their tongues like swords, and aim their bitter words like arrows,

For you, God, tested us, to purify us like fine silver.

When you men lie down among the sheepfolds, you are like the wings of the dove covered with silver, with its feathers in glittering gold."

Rebuke the wildlife that lives among the reeds, the nations that congregate like bulls and cows, humbling themselves with pieces of silver, for God scatters the nations that delight in battle.

Do not let those who look up to you be ashamed because of me, Lord God of the Heavenly Armies. Let not those who seek you be humiliated because of me, God of Israel.

May he be like the rain that descends on mown grass, like showers sprinkling on the ground.

May the nomads bow down before him, and his enemies lick the dust.

May grain be abundant in the land all the way to the mountain tops; may its fruits flourish like the forests of Lebanon, and may the cities sprout like the grass of the earth.

Therefore pride is their necklace and violence covers them like a garment.

Therefore God's people return there and drink it all in like water until they're satiated.

Just look at these wicked people! They're perpetually carefree as they increase their wealth.

If I say, "I will talk like this," I would betray a generation of your children.

Like a dream when one awakens, Lord, you will despise their image when you arise.

Then, I was too stupid and didn't realize I was acting like a wild animal with you.

Hurry! Look at the permanent ruins every calamity the enemy brought upon the Holy Place.

God, your way is holy. What god is like our great God?

You have led your people like a flock by the hands of Moses and Aaron. An instruction of Asaph

They will not be like the rebellious generation of their ancestors, a rebellious generation, whose heart was not steadfast, and whose spirits were unfaithful to God.

He brought streams from rock, causing water to flow like a river.

He caused meat to rain on them like dust and winged birds as the sand of the sea.

Yet he led out his people like sheep, guiding them like a flock in the desert.

They fell away and were as disloyal as their ancestors. They became unreliable, like a defective bow;

The LORD awoke as though from sleep, like a mighty warrior stimulated by wine.

He built his sanctuary, high as the heavens, like the earth that he established forever.

to make their blood flow like water around Jerusalem, with no one being buried.

How long, LORD, will you be angry? Forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?

Shepherd of Israel, listen! The one who leads Joseph like a flock, the one enthroned on the cherubim, display your glory.

God of the Heavenly Armies, return! Look down from heaven and see. Show care toward this vine.

However, as all human beings do, you will die, and like other rulers, you will fall.'

Punish their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb, and all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna,

God, set them up like dried thistles, like straw before the wind.

Like a fire burning a forest, and a flame setting mountains ablaze.