My eyes are swollen from grief;
they grow old because of all my enemies.

What is man that You are mindful of him,
And the son of [earthborn] man that You care for him?

The wicked man is so arrogant he always thinks, "God won't hold me accountable; he doesn't care."

But it was you who took care of me from the day of my birth: you gave me faith even from my mother's breasts.

The Lord takes care of me as his sheep; I will not be without any good thing.

Deliver your people! Empower the nation that belongs to you! Care for them like a shepherd and carry them in your arms at all times!

Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

When I kept silence, my bones grew old through my groaning all the day long.

For the music director; written by the Lord's servant, David; an oracle. An evil man is rebellious to the core. He does not fear God,

The words he speaks are sinful and deceitful; he does not care about doing what is wise and right.

Commit your way to the Lord;
Trust in Him also and He will do it.

For yet a little while and the wicked one will be gone [forever];
Though you look carefully where he used to be, he will not be [found].

I was a youth, also I grew old, and I saw not the just one forsaken and his seed seeking bread.

For the Lord is a lover of righteousness, and takes care of his saints; they will be kept safe for ever; but the seed of the evil-doers will be cut off.

My wounds grow foul and fester
Because of my folly.

I was stone silent; I held back the urge to speak. My frustration grew;

My heart grew hot inside me; in my sighing a fire burned. [Then] I spoke with my tongue,

But I am poor and needy; Jehovah will care for me; You are my help and my deliverer; O my God, do not wait.

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.

{To the chief Musician, Maschil, for the sons of Korah.} As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him: my Savior, my helper, and my God. For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. A contemplative psalm.

{To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, Maschil.} We have heard with our ears, O God, our fathers have told us, what work thou didst in their days, in the times of old.

Rise up to help us. Redeem us for your loving kindness' sake. For the Chief Musician. Set to "The Lilies." A contemplation by the sons of Korah. A wedding song.

{To the chief Musician upon Shoshannim, for the sons of Korah, Maschil, A Song of loves.} My heart is inditing a good matter: I speak of the things which I have made touching the king: my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

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.

{To the chief Musician for the sons of Korah, A Song upon Alamoth.} God is our refuge and strength, a very present help in trouble.

Yahweh of Armies is with us. The God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.} O clap your hands, all ye people; shout unto God with the voice of triumph.

The princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted! A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

{A Song and Psalm for the sons of Korah.} Great is the LORD, and greatly to be praised in the city of our God, in the mountain of his holiness.

For this God is our God forever and ever. He will be our guide even to death. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.} Hear this, all ye people; give ear, all ye inhabitants of the world:

O cast thy burden or care upon the LORD; he shall nourish thee, and not leave the righteous in unquietness.

They return at evening, They grow like a dog, And go round the city.

Or make discovery of our secret purpose? The design is framed with care; and the inner thought of a man, and his heart, is deep.

You care for the land and water it; you greatly enrich it. The stream of God [is] filled with waters. You provide their grain, for so you have established it.

You saturate its furrows, and soak its plowed ground. With rain showers you soften its soil, and make its crops grow.

Say to God: "How awesome are your deeds! Because of your great power your enemies cower in fear before you.

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

Let their eyes grow too dim to see,
and let their loins continually shake.

And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.

My flesh and my heart may grow weak, but God always protects my heart and gives me stability.

Of God, why have you put us away from you for ever? why is the fire of your wrath smoking against the sheep who are your care?

From heaven You pronounced judgment.
The earth feared and grew quiet

When I was in distress, I sought the Lord; my hands were raised at night and they did not grow weary. I refused to be comforted.

The memory of my song comes back to me in the night; my thoughts are moving in my heart; my spirit is searching with care.

so that the next generation, children yet to be born, might know about them. They will grow up and tell their descendants about them.

When he sent death on them, then they made search for him; turning to him and looking for him with care;

But God led His own people forward like sheep
And guided them in the wilderness like [a good shepherd with] a flock.

He brought him from birthing sheep to care for Jacob, his people, Israel, his possession.

You cleared the ground so that its roots grew and filled the land.

Return, God of Hosts.
Look down from heaven and see;
take care of this vine,

the root your right hand planted, the shoot you made to grow!

(May those who hate the Lord cower in fear before him! May they be permanently humiliated!)

that they may know that you alone, whose name is Yahweh, are the Most High over all the earth. For the Chief Musician. On an instrument of Gath. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

{To the chief Musician upon Gittith, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.} How amiable are thy tabernacles, O LORD of hosts!

Yahweh of Armies, blessed is the man who trusts in you. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

{To the chief Musician, A Psalm for the sons of Korah.} LORD, thou hast been favourable unto thy land: thou hast brought back the captivity of Jacob.

Show me a sign of your goodness, that those who hate me may see it, and be shamed, because you, Yahweh, have helped me, and comforted me. A Psalm by the sons of Korah; a Song.

{A Psalm or Song for the sons of Korah.} His foundation is in the holy mountains.

Those who sing as well as those who dance say, "All my springs are in you." A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Suffering of Affliction." A contemplation by Heman, the Ezrahite.

{A Song or Psalm for the sons of Korah, to the chief Musician upon Mahalath Leannoth, Maschil of Heman the Ezrahite.} O LORD God of my salvation, I have cried day and night before thee:

abandoned among the dead.
I am like the slain lying in the grave,
whom You no longer remember,
and who are cut off from Your care.

My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

For he will give you into the care of his angels to keep you wherever you go.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree: he shall grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

Planted in the Lord's house, they grow in the courts of our God.

For He is our God,
and we are the people of His pasture,
the sheep under His care.

Today, if you hear His voice:

They shall perish, but thou continuest; and all of them shall grow old as a garment: as a vesture shalt thou change them, and they shall be changed.

but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.

He waters the mountains from the upper rooms of his palace; the earth is full of the fruit you cause to grow.

He causeth the grass to grow for the cattle, and herb for the service of man: that he may bring forth food out of the earth;

Hungry and thirsty, their soul grew faint within them.

He calmed the storm, and the waves grew silent.

Then they were glad because they grew silent, so he guided them to their desired harbor.

But take care of me, O GOD the Lord, for your name's sake: because your mercy is good, deliver me.

You have put your orders into our hearts, so that we might keep them with care.

My eyes grow weary
looking for what You have promised;
I ask, “When will You comfort me?”

My eyes grow weary looking for Your salvation
and for Your righteous promise.

You will eat what you worked so hard to grow. You will be blessed and secure.

There I will cause a horn to grow for David; I will set a lamp for my anointed one.

I am certain that the Lord will take care of the cause of the poor, and of the rights of those who are troubled.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

Lord, what is man, that You care for him,
the son of man, that You think of him?

Then our sons will be like plants, that quickly grow to full size. Our daughters will be like corner pillars, carved like those in a palace.

May our cattle grow heavy with young, with no damage or loss. May there be no cry of anguish in our streets!

The Lord takes care of those who are in a strange land; he gives help to the widow and to the child who has no father; but he sends destruction on the way of sinners.

Who covereth the heaven with clouds, who prepareth rain for the earth, who maketh grass to grow upon the mountains.