And my soul is deeply distressed. But you, LORD, how long do I wait?

How long must I struggle in my soul at night and have sorrow in my heart during the day? How long will my enemy rise up against me?

For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, you will not allow your holy one to experience corruption.

But as for me, justified, I will behold your face; when I awake, your presence will satisfy me. To the Director: By the servant of the LORD, David, who spoke the words of this song to the LORD on the day when the LORD delivered him from the hands of all his enemies and from the hand of Saul.

I will lift up my soul to you, LORD.

I will rejoice and be glad in your gracious love, for you see my affliction and take note that my soul is distressed.

Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes have been consumed by my grief along with my soul and my body.

My soul will glorify the LORD; the humble will hear about it and rejoice.

My soul will rejoice in the LORD and be glad in his deliverance.

They paid me back evil for good; my soul mourns.

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 once observed a wicked and oppressive person, flourishing like a green tree in native soil.

In the great congregation I have proclaimed the righteous good news. Behold, I did not seal my lips, LORD, as you know.

As an antelope pants for streams of water, so my soul pants for you, God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When may I come and appear in God's presence?

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for once again I will praise him, since his presence saves me.

My God, my soul feels depressed within me; therefore I will remember you from the land of Jordan, from the heights of Hermon, even from the foothills.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, for once again I will praise him, since his presence saves me and he is my God.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God, because I will praise him once again, since his presence saves me and he is my God. To the Director: An instruction of the Sons of Korah.

Then you will be pleased with right sacrifices, with burnt offerings, and with whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar. To the Director: A Davidic instruction about Doeg, the Edomite, when he went to Saul and told him, "David went to the house of Abimelech."

Would that Israel's deliverance come out of Zion! When God restores the fortunes of his people, Jacob will rejoice and Israel will be glad. To the Director: With stringed instruments. A Davidic instruction, when the Ziphites came and told Saul, "David is hiding among us, is he not?"

He calmly ransomed my soul from the war waged against me, for there was a vast crowd who stood against me.

For you have delivered me from death and my feet from stumbling, so that I may walk before God in the light of the living! To the Director: A special Davidic psalm to the tune of "Do Not Destroy," when he fled from Saul into a cave.

Wake up, my soul, wake up, lyre and harp! I will awaken at dawn.

A person will say, "Certainly, the righteous are rewarded; certainly there is a God who judges the earth." To the Director: A special Davidic psalm to the tune of "Do Not Destroy," when Saul sent men to watch the house in order to kill him.

My soul rests quietly only when it looks to God; from him comes my deliverance.

My soul, be quiet before God, for from him comes my hope.

God, you are my God! I will fervently seek you. My soul thirsts for you; my flesh longs for you in a dry, weary, and parched land.

My soul clings to you, even as your right hand supports me.

Zeal for your house consumes me, and the mockeries of those who insult you fall on me.

Let neither the floodwaters overwhelm me nor let the deep swallow me up, nor the mouth of the well close over me.

Even the sparrow found a house for herself and the swallow a nest to lay her young at your altar, LORD of the Heavenly Armies, my king and God.

Bless the LORD, my soul, and all that is within me, bless his holy name.

Bless the LORD, my soul, and never forget any of his benefits:

Bless the LORD, all his creation, in all the places of his dominion. Bless the LORD, my soul. Davidic

Bless the LORD, my soul; LORD, my God, you are very great. You are clothed in splendor and majesty;

May sinners disappear from the land and the wicked live no longer. Bless the LORD, my soul! Hallelujah!

They consumed every green plant in their land, and devoured the fruit of their soil.

Return to your resting place, my soul, for the LORD treated you generously.

Indeed, you delivered my soul from death, my eyes from crying, and my feet from stumbling.

My soul is consumed with longing for your decrees at all times.

My soul clings to the dust; revive me according to your word.

My zeal consumes me because my enemies forget your words.

My soul treasures your decrees, and I love them deeply.

I wait for the LORD; my soul waits, and I will hope in his word.

My soul looks to the Lord more than watchmen look for the morning more, indeed, than watchmen for the morning.

How are we to sing the song of the LORD on foreign soil?

Gracious and merciful is the LORD, slow to become angry, and overflowing with gracious love.

Hallelujah! Praise the LORD, my soul!