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

He bent the sky and descended, and darkness was under his feet.

who teaches my hands to make war, and my arms to bend a bronze bow.

The wicked take out a sword and bend the bow, to bring down the humble and the poor to slay those who are righteous in conduct.

I am bent over and walk about greatly bowed down; all day long I go around mourning.

Your anger lies heavily upon me; you pound me with all your waves. Interlude

They bound his feet with fetters and placed an iron collar on his neck,

The LORD is exalted high above all the nations; his glory beyond the heavens.

The LORD is God he will be our light! Bind the festival sacrifice with ropes to the horn at the altar.

I open my mouth and pant as I long for your commands.

LORD, my heart is not arrogant, nor do I look haughty. I do not aspire to great things, nor concern myself with things beyond my ability.

Knowledge like this is too amazing for me. It is beyond my reach, and I cannot fathom it.