You make him to rule over the works of Your hands;
You have put all things under his feet,

The nations have sunk down in the pit which they have made;
In the net which they hid, their own foot has been caught.

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

He bowed the heavens also, and came down
With thick darkness under His feet.

He makes my feet like hinds’ feet,
And sets me upon my high places.

You enlarge my steps under me,
And my feet have not slipped.

I shattered them, so that they were not able to rise;
They fell under my feet.

Foreigners fade away,
And come trembling out of their fortresses.

For dogs have surrounded me;
A band of evildoers has encompassed me;
They pierced my hands and my feet.

My eyes are continually toward the Lord,
For He will pluck my feet out of the net.

My foot stands on a level place;
In the congregations I shall bless the Lord.

And You have not given me over into the hand of the enemy;
You have set my feet in a large place.

A Psalm of David.
Contend, O Lord, with those who contend with me;
Fight against those who fight against me.

Let not the foot of pride come upon me,
And let not the hand of the wicked drive me away.

For they will wither quickly like the grass
And fade like the green herb.

For I said, “May they not rejoice over me,
Who, when my foot slips, would magnify themselves against me.”

He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay,
And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm.

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

He subdues peoples under us
And nations under our feet.

My foes have trampled upon me all day long,
For they are many who fight proudly against me.

For You have delivered my soul from death,
Indeed my feet from stumbling,
So that I may walk before God
In the light of the living.

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

They wander about for food
And growl if they are not satisfied.

He turned the sea into dry land;
They passed through the river on foot;
There let us rejoice in Him!

Who keeps us in life
And does not allow our feet to slip.

I shall offer to You burnt offerings of fat beasts,
With the smoke of rams;
I shall make an offering of bulls with male goats. Selah.

That your foot may shatter them in blood,
The tongue of your dogs may have its portion from your enemies.”

Rebuke the beasts in the reeds,
The herd of bulls with the calves of the peoples,
Trampling under foot the pieces of silver;
He has scattered the peoples who delight in war.

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

But as for me, my feet came close to stumbling,
My steps had almost slipped.

For there are no pains in their death,
And their body is fat.

You crushed the heads of Leviathan;
You gave him as food for the creatures of the wilderness.

And in their heart they put God to the test
By asking food according to their desire.

He rained down manna upon them to eat
And gave them food from heaven.

Man did eat the bread of angels;
He sent them food in abundance.

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

They have given the dead bodies of Your servants for food to the birds of the heavens,
The flesh of Your godly ones to the beasts of the earth.

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

“But I would feed you with the finest of the wheat,
And with honey from the rock I would satisfy you.”

They will bear you up in their hands,
That you do not strike your foot against a stone.

If I should say, “My foot has slipped,”
Your lovingkindness, O Lord, will hold me up.

He causes the grass to grow for the cattle,
And vegetation for the labor of man,
So that he may bring forth food from the earth,

And wine which makes man’s heart glad,
So that he may make his face glisten with oil,
And food which sustains man’s heart.

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

They all wait for You
To give them their food in due season.

They afflicted his feet with fetters,
He himself was laid in irons;

Their soul abhorred all kinds of food,
And they drew near to the gates of death.

A Psalm of David.
The Lord says to my Lord:
“Sit at My right hand
Until I make Your enemies a footstool for Your feet.”

He has given food to those who fear Him;
He will remember His covenant forever.

They have hands, but they cannot feel;
They have feet, but they cannot walk;
They cannot make a sound with their throat.

For You have rescued my soul from death,
My eyes from tears,
My feet from stumbling.

I considered my ways
And turned my feet to Your testimonies.

Their heart is covered with fat,
But I delight in Your law.

I have restrained my feet from every evil way,
That I may keep Your word.

Nun.
Your word is a lamp to my feet
And a light to my path.

He will not allow your foot to slip;
He who keeps you will not slumber.

Our feet are standing
Within your gates, O Jerusalem,

Who gives food to all flesh,
For His lovingkindness is everlasting.

Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked;
Preserve me from violent men
Who have purposed to trip up my feet.

The eyes of all look to You,
And You give them their food in due time.

Who executes justice for the oppressed;
Who gives food to the hungry.
The Lord sets the prisoners free.

He gives to the beast its food,
And to the young ravens which cry.