Behold, he travails with iniquity. Yes, he has conceived mischief, and brought forth falsehood.

The wicked, in the pride of his face, has no room in his thoughts for God.

In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, "Flee as a bird to your mountain!"

Have all the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on Yahweh?

He brought me forth also into a large place. He delivered me, because he delighted in me.

But you brought me out of the womb. You made me trust at my mother's breasts.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

Let the lying lips be mute, which speak against the righteous insolently, with pride and contempt.

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

Don't let the foot of pride come against me. Don't let the hand of the wicked drive me away.

I have been young, and now am old, yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, nor his children begging for bread.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

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

Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt.

Yes, my own familiar friend, in whom I trusted, who ate bread with me, has lifted up his heel against me.

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don't go out with our armies.

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

She shall be led to the king in embroidered work. The virgins, her companions who follow her, shall be brought to you.

Behold, I was brought forth in iniquity. In sin my mother conceived me.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on God?

For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.

You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs.

You allowed men to ride over our heads. We went through fire and through water, but you brought us to the place of abundance.

Don't let those who wait for you be shamed through me, Lord Yahweh of Armies. Don't let those who seek you be brought to dishonor through me, God of Israel.

When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword to them.

Therefore pride is like a chain around their neck. Violence covers them like a garment.

I was so senseless and ignorant. I was a brute beast before you.

He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers.

Behold, he struck the rock, so that waters gushed out, and streams overflowed. Can he give bread also? Will he provide flesh for his people?"

Man ate the bread of angels. He sent them food to the full.

He brought them to the border of his sanctuary, to this mountain, which his right hand had taken.

from following the ewes that have their young, he brought him to be the shepherd of Jacob, his people, and Israel, his inheritance.

You have fed them with the bread of tears, and given them tears to drink in large measure.

You brought a vine out of Egypt. You drove out the nations, and planted it.

I am Yahweh, your God, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.

God, the proud have risen up against me. A company of violent men have sought after my soul, and they don't hold regard for you before them.

You rule the pride of the sea. When its waves rise up, you calm them.

You have broken down all his hedges. You have brought his strongholds to ruin.

Before the mountains were brought forth, before you had formed the earth and the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, you are God.

The days of our years are seventy, or even by reason of strength eighty years; yet their pride is but labor and sorrow, for it passes quickly, and we fly away.

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

He has brought on them their own iniquity, and will cut them off in their own wickedness. Yahweh, our God, will cut them off.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

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

He brought them forth with silver and gold. There was not one feeble person among his tribes.

They asked, and he brought quails, and satisfied them with the bread of the sky.

He brought forth his people with joy, his chosen with singing.

Their enemies also oppressed them. They were brought into subjection under their hand.

Many times he delivered them, but they were rebellious in their counsel, and were brought low in their iniquity.

Therefore he brought down their heart with labor. They fell down, and there was none to help.

He brought them out of darkness and the shadow of death, and broke their bonds in sunder.

Yahweh preserves the simple. I was brought low, and he saved me.

You have rebuked the proud who are cursed, who wander from your commandments.

The proud have smeared a lie upon me. With my whole heart, I will keep your precepts.

Let the proud be disappointed, for they have overthrown me wrongfully. I will meditate on your precepts.

The proud have dug pits for me, contrary to your law.

Ensure your servant's well-being. Don't let the proud oppress me.

Our soul is exceedingly filled with the scoffing of those who are at ease, with the contempt of the proud. A Song of Ascents. By David.

then the proud waters would have gone over our soul.

Our soul has escaped like a bird out of the fowler's snare. The snare is broken, and we have escaped.

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

It is vain for you to rise up early, to stay up late, eating the bread of toil; for he gives sleep to his loved ones.

I will abundantly bless her provision. I will satisfy her poor with bread.

It is like the precious oil on the head, that ran down on the beard, even Aaron's beard; that came down on the edge of his robes;

And brought out Israel from among them; for his loving kindness endures forever;

For though Yahweh is high, yet he looks after the lowly; but the proud, he knows from afar.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, they have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.

Yahweh, don't grant the desires of the wicked. Don't let their evil plans succeed, or they will become proud. Selah.

Part your heavens, Yahweh, and come down. Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.