He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

Yahweh will also be a high tower for the oppressed; a high tower in times of trouble.

Yahweh is my rock, my fortress, and my deliverer; my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge; my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my high tower.

He sent from on high. He took me. He drew me out of many waters.

He makes my feet like deer's feet, and sets me on my high places.

The fear of Yahweh is clean, enduring forever. Yahweh's ordinances are true, and righteous altogether.

Don't draw me away with the wicked, with the workers of iniquity who speak peace with their neighbors, but mischief is in their hearts.

Yahweh's voice makes the deer calve, and strips the forests bare. In his temple everything says, "Glory!"

But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn't know it. They tore at me, and didn't cease.

I have seen the wicked in great power, spreading himself like a green tree in its native soil.

As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

The daughter of Tyre comes with a gift. The rich among the people entreat your favor.

"Now consider this, you who forget God, lest I tear you into pieces, and there be none to deliver.

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in God's house. I trust in God's loving kindness forever and ever.

Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.

Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.

But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.

To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.

For you have been a refuge for me, a strong tower from the enemy.

Draw near to my soul, and redeem it. Ransom me because of my enemies.

Why do you draw back your hand, even your right hand? Take it out of your pocket and consume them!

Gebal, Ammon, and Amalek; Philistia with the inhabitants of Tyre;

Will you be angry with us forever? Will you draw out your anger to all generations?

I will record Rahab and Babylon among those who acknowledge me. Behold, Philistia, Tyre, and also Ethiopia: "This one was born there."

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

But Yahweh has been my high tower, my God, the rock of my refuge.

until the time that his word happened, and Yahweh's word proved him true.

Their soul abhors all kinds of food. They draw near to the gates of death.

They draw near who follow after wickedness. They are far from your law.

Set a watch, Yahweh, before my mouth. Keep the door of my lips.

my loving kindness, my fortress, my high tower, my deliverer, my shield, and he in whom I take refuge; who subdues my people under me.