Turn back from me, all you who behave wickedly, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping!

The wicked are turned back and sent to Sheol; this is the destiny of all the nations that ignore God,

May he send you help from his temple; from Zion may he give you support!

Written by David, when he pretended to be insane before Abimelech, causing the king to send him away. I will praise the Lord at all times; my mouth will continually praise him.

One deep stream calls out to another at the sound of your waterfalls; all your billows and waves overwhelm me.

May he send help from heaven and deliver me from my enemies who hurl insults! (Selah) May God send his loyal love and faithfulness!

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David, written when Saul sent men to surround his house and murder him. Deliver me from my enemies, my God! Protect me from those who attack me!

Sound your battle cry against the wild beast of the reeds, and the nations that assemble like a herd of calves led by bulls! They humble themselves and offer gold and silver as tribute. God scatters the nations that like to do battle.

At the sound of your battle cry, O God of Jacob, both rider and horse "fell asleep."

Man ate the food of the mighty ones. He sent them more than enough to eat.

He rained down meat on them like dust, birds as numerous as the sand on the seashores.

He sent swarms of biting insects against them, as well as frogs that overran their land.

His raging anger lashed out against them, He sent fury, rage, and trouble as messengers who bring disaster.

He sent his anger in full force; he did not spare them from death; he handed their lives over to destruction.

Do not hold us accountable for the sins of earlier generations! Quickly send your compassion our way, for we are in serious trouble!

Sound the ram's horn on the day of the new moon, and on the day of the full moon when our festival begins.

Above the sound of the surging water, and the mighty waves of the sea, the Lord sits enthroned in majesty.

Sing to the Lord accompanied by a harp, accompanied by a harp and the sound of music!

Your shout made the waters retreat; at the sound of your thunderous voice they hurried off --

When you send your life-giving breath, they are created, and you replenish the surface of the ground.

He sent a man ahead of them -- Joseph was sold as a servant.

He sent his servant Moses, and Aaron, whom he had chosen.

He sent hail along with the rain; there was lightning in their land.

They asked for food, and he sent quails; he satisfied them with food from the sky.

He sent them an assuring word and healed them; he rescued them from the pits where they were trapped.

If I tried to count them, they would outnumber the grains of sand. Even if I finished counting them, I would still have to contend with you.