He is like a tree planted beside streams of water
that bears its fruit in season
and whose leaf does not wither.
Whatever he does prospers.

The wicked are not like this;
instead, they are like chaff that the wind blows away.

You will break them with a rod of iron;
You will shatter them like pottery.”

Many are saying, “Who can show us anything good?”
Look on us with favor, Lord.

For You, Lord, bless the righteous one;
You surround him with favor like a shield.

or they will tear me like a lion,
ripping me apart with no one to rescue me.

what is man that You remember him,
the son of man that You look after him?

he lurks in secret like a lion in a thicket.
He lurks in order to seize the afflicted;
he seizes the afflicted and drags him in his net.

For the choir director. Davidic.I have taken refuge in the Lord.
How can you say to me,
“Escape to the mountain like a bird!

For look, the wicked string the bow;
they put the arrow on the bowstring
to shoot from the shadows at the upright in heart.

The words of the Lord are pure words,
like silver refined in an earthen furnace,
purified seven times.

They are like a lion eager to tear,
like a young lion lurking in ambush.

He makes my feet like the feet of a deer
and sets me securely on the heights.

I pulverize them like dust before the wind;
I trample them like mud in the streets.

It is like a groom coming from the bridal chamber;
it rejoices like an athlete running a course.

You will make them burn
like a fiery furnace when you appear;
the Lord will engulf them in His wrath,
and fire will devour them.

I am poured out like water,
and all my bones are disjointed;
my heart is like wax,
melting within me.

My strength is dried up like baked clay;
my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You put me into the dust of death.

I can count all my bones;
people look and stare at me.

A Davidic psalm.The Lord is my shepherd;
there is nothing I lack.

Davidic.Lord, I call to You;
my rock, do not be deaf to me.
If You remain silent to me,
I will be like those going down to the Pit.

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

Lord, when You showed Your favor,
You made me stand like a strong mountain;
when You hid Your face, I was terrified.

I am forgotten: gone from memory
like a dead person—like broken pottery.

Do not be like a horse or mule,
without understanding,
that must be controlled with bit and bridle
or else it will not come near you.

Those who look to Him are radiant with joy;
their faces will never be ashamed.

You who are His holy ones, fear Yahweh,
for those who fear Him lack nothing.

Young lions lack food and go hungry,
but those who seek the Lord
will not lack any good thing.

Let them be like chaff in the wind,
with the angel of the Lord driving them away.

My very bones will say,
“Lord, who is like You,
rescuing the poor from one too strong for him,
the poor or the needy from one who robs him?”

I went about grieving as if for my friend or brother;
I was bowed down with grief,
like one mourning a mother.

Lord, how long will You look on?
Rescue my life from their ravages,
my only one from the young lions.

Do not let my deceitful enemies rejoice over me;
do not let those who hate me without cause
look at me maliciously.

Your righteousness is like the highest mountains;
Your judgments, like the deepest sea.
Lord, You preserve man and beast.

For they wither quickly like grass
and wilt like tender green plants.

making your righteousness shine like the dawn,
your justice like the noonday.

A little while, and the wicked person will be no more;
though you look for him, he will not be there.

But the wicked will perish;
the Lord’s enemies, like the glory of the pastures,
will fade away—
they will fade away like smoke.

I have seen a wicked, violent man
well-rooted like a flourishing native tree.

I am like a deaf person; I do not hear.
I am like a speechless person
who does not open his mouth.

I am like a man who does not hear
and has no arguments in his mouth.

“Certainly, man walks about like a mere shadow.
Indeed, they frantically rush around in vain,
gathering possessions
without knowing who will get them.

You discipline a man with punishment for sin,
consuming like a moth what is precious to him;
every man is only a vapor.Selah

“Hear my prayer, Lord,
and listen to my cry for help;
do not be silent at my tears.
For I am a foreigner residing with You,
a temporary resident like all my fathers.

You hand us over to be eaten like sheep
and scatter us among the nations.

Look! The kings assembled;
they advanced together.

Trembling seized them there,
agony like that of a woman in labor,

Your name, God, like Your praise,
reaches to the ends of the earth;
Your right hand is filled with justice.

But despite his assets, man will not last;
he is like the animals that perish.

Like sheep they are headed for Sheol;
Death will shepherd them.
The upright will rule over them in the morning,
and their form will waste away in Sheol,
far from their lofty abode.

A man with valuable possessions
but without understanding
is like the animals that perish.

You have done these things, and I kept silent;
you thought I was just like you.
But I will rebuke you
and lay out the case before you.

Like a sharpened razor,
your tongue devises destruction,
working treachery.

The righteous will look on with awe
and will ridicule him:

But I am like a flourishing olive tree
in the house of God;
I trust in God’s faithful love forever and ever.

Then they will be filled with terror—
terror like no other—
because God will scatter
the bones of those who besiege you.
You will put them to shame,
for God has rejected them.

I said, “If only I had wings like a dove!
I would fly away and find rest.

They have venom like the venom of a snake,
like the deaf cobra that stops up its ears,

They will vanish like water that flows by;
they will aim their useless arrows.

Like a slug that moves along in slime,
like a woman’s miscarried child,
they will not see the sun.

Lord, look! They set an ambush for me.
Powerful men attack me,
but not because of any sin or rebellion of mine.

They return at evening, snarling like dogs
and prowling around the city.

Look, they spew from their mouths—
sharp words from their lips.
“For who,” they say, “will hear?”

My faithful God will come to meet me;
God will let me look down on my adversaries.

And they return at evening, snarling like dogs
and prowling around the city.

who sharpen their tongues like swords
and aim bitter words like arrows,

For the choir director: with stringed instruments. A psalm. A song.May God be gracious to us and bless us;
look on us with favorSelah

to Him who rides in the ancient, highest heavens.
Look, He thunders with His powerful voice!

Your righteousness reaches heaven, God,
You who have done great things;
God, who is like You?

May he be like rain that falls on the cut grass,
like spring showers that water the earth.

May desert tribes kneel before him
and his enemies lick the dust.

May there be plenty of grain in the land;
may it wave on the tops of the mountains.
May its crops be like Lebanon.
May people flourish in the cities
like the grass of the field.

They are not in trouble like others;
they are not afflicted like most people.

Therefore, pride is their necklace,
and violence covers them like a garment.

Look at them—the wicked!
They are always at ease,
and they increase their wealth.

Like one waking from a dream,
Lord, when arising, You will despise their image.

It was like men in a thicket of trees,
wielding axes,

God, Your way is holy.
What god is great like God?

You led Your people like a flock
by the hand of Moses and Aaron.

Then they would not be like their fathers,
a stubborn and rebellious generation,
a generation whose heart was not loyal
and whose spirit was not faithful to God.

He split the sea and brought them across;
the water stood firm like a wall.

He brought streams out of the stone
and made water flow down like rivers.

Look! He struck the rock and water gushed out;
torrents overflowed.
But can He also provide bread
or furnish meat for His people?”

He rained meat on them like dust,
and winged birds like the sand of the seas.

He led His people out like sheep
and guided them like a flock in the wilderness.

They treacherously turned away like their fathers;
they became warped like a faulty bow.

Then the Lord awoke as if from sleep,
like a warrior from the effects of wine.

He built His sanctuary like the heights,
like the earth that He established forever.

They poured out their blood
like water all around Jerusalem,
and there was no one to bury them.

How long, Yahweh? Will You be angry forever?
Will Your jealousy keep burning like fire?

For the choir director: according to “The Lilies.” A testimony of Asaph. A psalm.Listen, Shepherd of Israel,
who leads Joseph like a flock;
You who sit enthroned on the cherubim,
rise up

Restore us, God;
look on us with favor,
and we will be saved.

Restore us, God of Hosts;
look on us with favor, and we will be saved.

Return, God of Hosts.
Look down from heaven and see;
take care of this vine,

Restore us, Yahweh, the God of Hosts;
look on us with favor, and we will be saved.

However, you will die like men
and fall like any other ruler.”

Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb,
and all their tribal leaders like Zebah and Zalmunna,

Make them like tumbleweed, my God,
like straw before the wind.

Consider our shield, God;
look on the face of Your anointed one.

Truth will spring up from the earth,
and righteousness will look down from heaven.