Lead me, O LORD, in thy righteousness, because of my enemies; make thy way straight before my face.

I am weary with my groaning; all the night I make my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

For lo, the wicked bend their bow, they make ready their arrow upon the string, that they may privily shoot at the upright in heart.

Thou shalt make them as a fiery oven in the time of thy anger: the LORD shall swallow them up in his wrath, and the fire shall devour them.

Therefore shalt thou make them turn their back, when thou shalt make ready thy arrows upon thy strings against the face of them.

But thou art he that brought me forth into life: thou didst make me hope when I was upon my mother's breasts.

Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: save me for thy mercies' sake.

My soul shall make her boast in the LORD: the humble shall hear of it and be glad.

They shall be abundantly satisfied with the fatness of thy house; and thou shalt make them drink of the river of thy pleasures.

Make haste to help me, O Lord my salvation.

LORD, make me to know my end, and the measure of my days, what it is; that I may know how frail I am.

Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

Be pleased, O LORD, to deliver me: O LORD, make haste to help me.

But I am poor and needy; yet the Lord thinketh upon me: thou art my help and my deliverer; make no delay, O my God.

The LORD will strengthen him upon the bed of languishing: thou wilt make all his bed in his sickness.

Instead of thy fathers shall be thy children, whom thou mayest make princes in all the earth.

I will make thy name to be remembered in all generations: therefore shall the people praise thee for ever and ever.

There is a river, the streams of which shall make glad the city of God, the holy place of the tabernacles of the Most High.

Behold, thou desirest truth in the inward parts: and in the hidden part thou shalt make me to know wisdom.

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

Attend to me, and hear me: I mourn in my complaint, and make a noise;

To the chief Musician, Al-taschith, Michtam of David, when he fled from Saul in the cave. Be merciful to me, O God, be merciful to me: for my soul trusteth in thee: yes, in the shadow of thy wings will I make my refuge, until these calamities are overpast.

They return at evening: they make a noise like a dog, and go about the city.

And at evening let them return; and let them make a noise like a dog, and go about the city.

So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

To the chief Musician, A Song or Psalm. Make a joyful noise to God, all ye lands:

Sing forth the honor of his name: make his praise glorious.

O bless our God, ye people, and make the voice of his praise to be heard:

Let their eyes be darkened, that they see not; and make their loins continually to shake.

To the chief Musician, A Psalm of David to bring to remembrance. Make haste, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O LORD.

But I am poor and needy: make haste to me, O God: thou art my help and my deliverer; O LORD, make no delay.

O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.

I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only.

For he established a testimony in Jacob, and appointed a law in Israel, which he commanded our fathers, that they should make them known to their children:

To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm of Asaph. Sing aloud to God our strength: make a joyful noise to the God of Jacob.

For lo, thy enemies make a tumult: and they that hate thee have lifted up the head.

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

O my God, make them like a wheel; as the stubble before the wind.

So persecute them with thy tempest, and make them afraid with thy storm.

Who passing through the valley of Baca make it a well; the rain also filleth the pools.

I will make mention of Rahab and Babylon to them that know me: behold Philistia, and Tyre, with Cush; this man was born there.

Maschil of Ethan the Ezrahite. I will sing of the mercies of the LORD for ever: with my mouth will I make known thy faithfulness to all generations.

Also I will make him my first-born, higher than the kings of the earth.

His seed also will I make to endure for ever, and his throne as the days of heaven.

Make us glad according to the days in which thou hast afflicted us, and the years in which we have seen evil.

O come, let us sing to the LORD: let us make a joyful noise to the rock of our salvation.

Let us come before his presence with thanksgiving, and make a joyful noise to him with psalms.

O come, let us worship and bow down: let us kneel before the LORD our maker.

Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all the earth: make a loud noise, and rejoice, and sing praise.

With trumpets and sound of cornet make a joyful noise before the LORD, the King.

A Psalm of praise. Make a joyful noise to the LORD, all ye lands.

And wine that maketh glad the heart of man, and oil to make his face to shine, and bread which strengtheneth man's heart.

Where the birds make their nests: as for the stork, the fir-trees are her house.

O give thanks to the LORD; call upon his name: make known his deeds among the people.

Nevertheless he saved them for his name's sake, that he might make his mighty power to be known.

A Psalm of David. The LORD said to my Lord, Sit thou at my right hand, until I make thy enemies thy footstool.

They that make them are like them; so is every one that trusteth in them.

Make me to understand the way of thy precepts: so shall I talk of thy wondrous works.

Make me to go in the path of thy commandments; for in that do I delight.

Make thy face to shine upon thy servant: and teach me thy statutes.

There will I make the horn of David to bud, I have ordained a lamp for my anointed.

They that make them are like them: so is every one that trusteth in them.

If I ascend into heaven, thou art there: if I make my bed in hell, behold, thou art there.

A Psalm of David. LORD, I cry to thee: make haste to me; give ear to my voice, when I cry to thee.

To make known to the sons of men his mighty acts, and the glorious majesty of his kingdom.