In peace I will both lay myself down and sleep, for you, Yahweh alone, make me live in safety. For the Chief Musician, with the flutes. A Psalm by David.

Lead me, Yahweh, in your righteousness because of my enemies. Make your way straight before my face.

He has also prepared for himself the instruments of death. He makes ready his flaming arrows.

You make him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put all things under his feet:

the God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect?

He makes my feet like deer's feet, and sets me on my high places.

For you make him most blessed forever. You make him glad with joy in your presence.

You will make them as a fiery furnace in the time of your anger. Yahweh will swallow them up in his wrath. The fire shall devour them.

For you will make them turn their back, when you aim drawn bows at their face.

He makes me lie down in green pastures. He leads me beside still waters.

that I may make the voice of thanksgiving to be heard, and tell of all your wondrous works.

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

Yahweh's voice makes the deer calve, and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, "Glory!"

Make your face to shine on your servant. Save me in your loving kindness.

Yahweh brings the counsel of the nations to nothing. He makes the thoughts of the peoples to be of no effect.

They shall be abundantly satisfied with the abundance of your house. You will make them drink of the river of your pleasures.

he will make your righteousness go forth as the light, and your justice as the noon day sun.

Rest in Yahweh, and wait patiently for him. Don't fret because of him who prospers in his way, because of the man who makes wicked plots happen.

Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.

Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust, and doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

You make us turn back from the adversary. Those who hate us take spoil for themselves.

You make us a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and a derision to those who are around us.

You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.

Your sons will take the place of your fathers. You shall make them princes in all the earth.

I will make your name to be remembered in all generations. Therefore the peoples shall give you thanks forever and ever. For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. According to Alamoth.

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

He makes wars cease to the end of the earth. He breaks the bow, and shatters the spear. He burns the chariots in the fire.

"Behold, this is the man who didn't make God his strength, but trusted in the abundance of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness."

You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

Make a joyful shout to God, all the earth!

Praise our God, you peoples! Make the sound of his praise heard,

I will come with the mighty acts of the Lord Yahweh. I will make mention of your righteousness, even of yours alone.

Make vows to Yahweh your God, and fulfill them! Let all of his neighbors bring presents to him who is to be feared.

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

and might not be as their fathers, a stubborn and rebellious generation, a generation that didn't make their hearts loyal, whose spirit was not steadfast with God.

You make us a source of contention to our neighbors. Our enemies laugh among themselves.

Sing aloud to God, our strength! Make a joyful shout to the God of Jacob!

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.

Passing through the valley of Weeping, they make it a place of springs. Yes, the autumn rain covers it with blessings.

Teach me your way, Yahweh. I will walk in your truth. Make my heart undivided to fear your name.

I will sing of the loving kindness of Yahweh forever. With my mouth, I will make known your faithfulness to all generations.

I will also make his seed endure forever, and his throne as the days of heaven.

Make us glad for as many days as you have afflicted us, for as many years as we have seen evil.

Oh come, let's worship and bow down. Let's kneel before Yahweh, our Maker,

Make a joyful noise to Yahweh, all the earth! Burst out and sing for joy, yes, sing praises!

With trumpets and sound of the ram's horn, make a joyful noise before the King, Yahweh.

He lays the beams of his rooms in the waters. He makes the clouds his chariot. He walks on the wings of the wind.

He makes his messengers winds; his servants flames of fire.

wine that makes glad the heart of man, oil to make his face to shine, and bread that strengthens man's heart.

where the birds make their nests. The stork makes its home in the fir trees.

You make darkness, and it is night, in which all the animals of the forest prowl.

Give thanks to Yahweh! Call on his name! Make his doings known among the peoples.

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

He makes the storm a calm, so that its waves are still.

There he makes the hungry live, that they may prepare a city to live in,

My heart is steadfast, God. I will sing and I will make music with my soul.

Yahweh says to my Lord, "Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet."

Those who make them will be like them; yes, everyone who trusts in them.

You pushed me back hard, to make me fall, but Yahweh helped me.

Your commandments make me wiser than my enemies, for your commandments are always with me.

Make your face shine on your servant. Teach me your statutes.

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

who causes the clouds to rise from the ends of the earth; who makes lightnings with the rain; who brings forth the wind out of his treasuries;

Those who make them will be like them; yes, everyone who trusts in them.

If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!

to make known to the sons of men his mighty acts, the glory of the majesty of his kingdom.

who covers the sky with clouds, who prepares rain for the earth, who makes grass grow on the mountains.

He makes peace in your borders. He fills you with the finest of the wheat.