Save Me from the lion's mouth; from the wild oxen's horns. You have answered Me.

I would have fainted unless I had believed to see the goodness of Jehovah in the land of the living.

He also makes them to skip like a calf, Lebanon and Sirion like a young wild ox.

Have mercy on me, O Jehovah, for I am in trouble; my eye has become old with grief, my soul and my belly.

When I kept silence, my bones became old through my roaring all the day long.

I have been young, and am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging bread.

To the Chief Musician. For the sons of Korah, a contemplation. We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us the work which You did in their days, in the days of old.

I know all the birds of the mountains; and the wild beasts of the field are Mine.

If I were hungry, I would not tell you, for the world is Mine, and the fullness of it.

Deliver me from the guilt of shedding blood, O God, O God of my salvation, and my tongue shall sing aloud of Your righteousness.

For You do not desire sacrifice; or else I would give it; You do not delight in burnt offering.

And I said, Who will give to me wings like a dove! I would fly away and be at rest.

Lo, I would wander far off; I would lodge in the desert. Selah.

I would hasten my escape from the windy storm and tempest.

For it is not an enemy who reviled me; then I could have borne it; it is not one who hates me who magnified himself against me; or I would hide myself from him;

Evening and morning, and at noon, I will pray and cry aloud; and He shall hear my voice.

God shall hear and answer them, even He who is enthroned of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, therefore they do not fear God.

To the Chief Musician. Concerning the silent dove, those far off. Of David, a secret treasure, when the Philistines took him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for man would swallow me up; fighting daily, he presses me down.

He shall send from Heaven, and save me from the scorn of him who would swallow me up. Selah. God shall send forth His mercy and His truth.

But I will sing of Your power; yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning; for You have been my strong tower and hiding-place in the day of my trouble.

The earth shall yield its increase; and God, our own God, shall bless us.

Rebuke the wild beasts of the reeds, the herd of bulls, with the calves of the peoples, trampling down with the pieces of silver. He scatters the people who delight in war.

To Him who rides on the heavens of heavens of old; lo, He sends out His voice, a mighty voice.

They who hate me without a cause are more than the hairs of my head; they who would destroy me are mighty, my lying enemies. Then I restored what I did not take away.

Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength fails.

And now when I am old and gray-headed, O God, do not leave me; until I have declared Your strength to this generation, and Your power to everyone who is to come.

If I say, I will speak thus; behold, I would deceive a generation of Your sons.

Remember Your congregation, which You have purchased of old, the rod of Your inheritance which You have redeemed; this mount Zion in which You have dwelt.

For God is my King of old, working salvation in the midst of the earth,

I have thought on the days of old, the years of ages past.

I will remember the works of Jehovah; surely I will remember Your wonders of old.

I will open my mouth in a parable; I will speak dark sayings of old,

The boar out of the wood wastes it, and the wild beast of the field eats it.

To the Chief Musician. On Gittith, A Psalm of Asaph. Sing aloud to God our strength; shout for joy to the God of Jacob.

But My people would not listen to My voice, and Israel would have none of Me.

I would soon have humbled their enemies, and would have turned My hand against their foes.

The haters of Jehovah would have been found liars to Him, and their time would have lasted forever.

And He would have fed them also with the finest of the wheat; and with honey out of the rock I would have satisfied you.

Yea, Jehovah shall give good; and our land shall yield its increase.

But You shall lift up my horn as the wild ox; and I shall be anointed with fresh oil.

They shall still bring forth fruit in old age; they shall be fat and flowering;

Your throne is established of old; You are from everlasting.

Of old You have laid the foundation of the earth; and the heavens are the work of Your hands.

They shall perish, but You shall endure; yea, all of them shall become old like a garment; like a robe You shall change them, and they shall be changed;

They give drink to every beast of the field; the wild asses break their thirst.

The high hills are for the wild goats, and the rocks are a refuge for the badgers.

And He said that He would destroy them, if Moses His chosen had not stood before Him in the breach, to turn away His wrath, so that He should not destroy them.

Oh that men would praise Jehovah for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the sons of man!

and sow the fields, and plant vineyards, which may yield fruits of increase.

I remembered Your judgments of old, O Jehovah, and have comforted myself.

CHETH: You are my portion, O Jehovah; I have said that I would keep Your Words.

I understand more than the old men, because I keep Your Commandments.

Concerning Your testimonies, I have known of old that You have founded them forever.

then they would have swallowed us up alive, when their wrath was kindled against us;

then the waters would have flowed over us, the stream would have gone over our soul;

then the proud waters would have gone over our soul.

I also will clothe her priests with salvation; and her saints shall shout aloud for joy.

I remember the days of old; I think on all Your works; I muse on the work of Your hands.

both young men and maidens, old men and children;

Let the saints be joyful in glory; let them sing aloud on their beds.