You make him ruler over the works of your hands. You have put all things under his feet:

The nations have sunk down in the pit that they made. In the net which they hid, their own foot is taken.

My steps have held fast to your paths. My feet have not slipped.

He bowed the heavens also, and came down. Thick darkness was under his feet.

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

You have enlarged my steps under me, My feet have not slipped.

I will strike them through, so that they will not be able to rise. They shall fall under my feet.

The foreigners shall fade away, and shall come trembling out of their close places.

For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evildoers have enclosed me. They have pierced my hands and feet.

My eyes are ever on Yahweh, for he will pluck my feet out of the net.

My foot stands in an even place. In the congregations I will bless Yahweh. By David.

You have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy. You have set my feet in a large place.

Contend, Yahweh, with those who contend with me. Fight against those who fight against me.

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

For I said, "Don't let them gloat over me, or exalt themselves over me when my foot slips."

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.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

You have made us like sheep for food, and have scattered us among the nations.

He subdues nations under us, and peoples under our feet.

My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.

For you have delivered my soul from death, and prevented my feet from falling, that I may walk before God in the light of the living. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when he fled from Saul, in the cave.

The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked;

They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.

My soul shall be satisfied as with the richest food. My mouth shall praise you with joyful lips,

They shall be given over to the power of the sword. They shall be jackal food.

He turned the sea into dry land. They went through the river on foot. There, we rejoiced in him.

who preserves our life among the living, and doesn't allow our feet to be moved.

I will offer to you burnt offerings of fat animals, with the offering of rams, I will offer bulls with goats. Selah.

That you may crush them, dipping your foot in blood, that the tongues of your dogs may have their portion from your enemies."

They also gave me gall for my food. In my thirst, they gave me vinegar to drink.

But as for me, my feet were almost gone. My steps had nearly slipped.

Their eyes bulge with fat. Their minds pass the limits of conceit.

Lift up your feet to the perpetual ruins, all the evil that the enemy has done in the sanctuary.

You broke the heads of Leviathan in pieces. You gave him as food to people and desert creatures.

They tempted God in their heart by asking food according to their desire.

He rained down manna on them to eat, and gave them food from the sky.

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

They didn't turn from their cravings. Their food was yet in their mouths,

They have given the dead bodies of your servants to be food for the birds of the sky, the flesh of your saints to the animals of the earth.

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

The boar out of the wood ravages it. The wild animals of the field feed on it.

But he would have also fed them with the finest of the wheat. I will satisfy you with honey out of the rock." A Psalm by Asaph.

They will bear you up in their hands, so that you won't dash your foot against a stone.

When I said, "My foot is slipping!" Your loving kindness, Yahweh, held me up.

He causes the grass to grow for the livestock, and plants for man to cultivate, that he may bring forth food out of the earth:

The young lions roar after their prey, and seek their food from God.

These all wait for you, that you may give them their food in due season.

He called for a famine on the land. He destroyed the food supplies.

They bruised his feet with shackles. His neck was locked in irons,

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

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off like a locust.

My knees are weak through fasting. My body is thin and lacks fat.

Yahweh says to my Lord, "Sit at my right hand, until I make your enemies your footstool for your feet."

He has given food to those who fear him. He always remembers his covenant.

They have hands, but they don't feel. They have feet, but they don't walk, neither do they speak through their throat.

For you have delivered my soul from death, my eyes from tears, and my feet from falling.

Their heart is as callous as the fat, but I delight in your law.

I have kept my feet from every evil way, that I might observe your word.

Your word is a lamp to my feet, and a light for my path.

He will not allow your foot to be moved. He who keeps you will not slumber.

Our feet are standing within your gates, Jerusalem;

Who gives food to every creature; for his loving kindness endures forever.

Yahweh, keep me from the hands of the wicked. Preserve me from the violent men who have determined to trip my feet.

The eyes of all wait for you. You give them their food in due season.

who executes justice for the oppressed; who gives food to the hungry. Yahweh frees the prisoners.

He provides food for the livestock, and for the young ravens when they call.