May all my enemies be ashamed and dismayed. They shall turn back, they shall be disgraced suddenly. A meditation by David, which he sang to Yahweh, concerning the words of Cush, the Benjamite.

When my enemies turn back, they stumble and perish in your presence.

The wicked shall be turned back to Sheol, even all the nations that forget God.

Keep back your servant also from presumptuous sins. Let them not have dominion over me. Then I will be upright. I will be blameless and innocent of great transgression.

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

Give them according to their work, and according to the wickedness of their doings. Give them according to the operation of their hands. Bring back on them what they deserve.

Let those who seek after my soul be disappointed and brought to dishonor. Let those who plot my ruin be turned back and confounded.

The wicked borrow, and don't pay back, but the righteous give generously.

Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Then I said, "Behold, I have come. It is written about me in the book in the scroll.

Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting! Amen and amen. BOOK II For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.

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

Our heart has not turned back, neither have our steps strayed from your path,

Every one of them has gone back. They have become filthy together. There is no one who does good, no, not one.

Oh that the salvation of Israel would come out of Zion! When God brings back his people from captivity, then Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by David, when the Ziphites came and said to Saul, "Isn't David hiding himself among us?"

You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?

Then my enemies shall turn back in the day that I call. I know this, that God is for me.

Let them be blotted out of the book of life, and not be written with the righteous.

Let them be disappointed and confounded who seek my soul. Let those who desire my ruin be turned back in disgrace.

This ends the prayers by David, the son of Jesse. BOOK III A Psalm by Asaph.

Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!

The children of Ephraim, being armed and carrying bows, turned back in the day of battle.

but turned back, and dealt treacherously like their fathers. They were turned aside like a deceitful bow.

Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, Lord.

Turn again, we beg you, God of Armies. Look down from heaven, and see, and visit this vine,

They don't know, neither do they understand. They walk back and forth in darkness. All the foundations of the earth are shaken.

Yes, you turn back the edge of his sword, and haven't supported him in battle.

Blessed be Yahweh forevermore. Amen, and Amen. BOOK IV A Prayer by Moses, the man of God.

Rise up, you judge of the earth. Pay back the proud what they deserve.

Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, from everlasting even to everlasting! Let all the people say, "Amen." Praise Yah! BOOK V

They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.

The sea saw it, and fled. The Jordan was driven back.

What was it, you sea, that you fled? You Jordan, that you turned back?

Then I called on the name of Yahweh: "Yahweh, I beg you, deliver my soul."

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

Save us now, we beg you, Yahweh! Yahweh, we beg you, send prosperity now.

Accept, I beg you, the willing offerings of my mouth. Yahweh, teach me your ordinances.

When Yahweh brought back those who returned to Zion, we were like those who dream.

The plowers plowed on my back. They made their furrows long.

Your eyes saw my body. In your book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, when as yet there were none of them.