I am weary from my groaning;
with my tears I dampen my pillow
and drench my bed every night.

The Lord has heard my plea for help;
the Lord accepts my prayer.

My eyes are always on the Lord,
for He will pull my feet out of the net.

Sing a new song to Him;
play skillfully on the strings, with a joyful shout.

I will not accept a bull from your household
or male goats from your pens,

For the choir director: with stringed instruments. A Davidic Maskil.God, listen to my prayer
and do not ignore my plea for help.

As smoke is blown away,
so You blow them away.
As wax melts before the fire,
so the wicked are destroyed before God.

That will please Yahweh more than an ox,
more than a bull with horns and hooves.

He made the east wind blow in the skies
and drove the south wind by His might.

Lift up a song—play the tambourine,
the melodious lyre, and the harp.

Blow the horn on the day of our feasts
during the new moon
and during the full moon.

Lord, hear my prayer;
listen to my plea for mercy.

There the ships move about,
and Leviathan, which You formed to play there.

They aligned themselves with Baal of Peor
and ate sacrifices offered to lifeless gods.

He turns a desert into a pool of water,
dry land into springs of water.

He raises the poor from the dust
and lifts the needy from the garbage pile

who turned the rock into a pool of water,
the flint into a spring of water.

Let my plea reach You;
rescue me according to Your promise.

A Davidic psalm.Lord, hear my prayer.
In Your faithfulness listen to my plea,
and in Your righteousness answer me.

God, I will sing a new song to You;
I will play on a ten-stringed harp for You—

Sing to the Lord with thanksgiving;
play the lyre to our God,