Or he will tear my soul like a lion,
Dragging me away, while there is none to deliver.

Do not drag me away with the wicked
And with those who work iniquity,
Who speak peace with their neighbors,
While evil is in their hearts.

For I have heard the slander of many,
Terror is on every side;
While they took counsel together against me,
They schemed to take away my life.

Yet a little while and the wicked man will be no more;
And you will look carefully for his place and he will not be there.

For the choir director, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.
I said, “I will guard my ways
That I may not sin with my tongue;
I will guard my mouth as with a muzzle
While the wicked are in my presence.”

My heart was hot within me,
While I was musing the fire burned;
Then I spoke with my tongue:

My tears have been my food day and night,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me,
While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

Though while he lives he congratulates himself—
And though men praise you when you do well for yourself—

I am weary with my crying; my throat is parched;
My eyes fail while I wait for my God.

Let them fear You while the sun endures,
And as long as the moon, throughout all generations.

Before they had satisfied their desire,
While their food was in their mouths,

I will sing to the Lord as long as I live;
I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.

My eyes fail with longing for Your word,
While I say, “When will You comfort me?”

Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
While I pass by safely.

I will praise the Lord while I live;
I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.