He has cast me into the mire. I have become like dust and ashes.

if like Adam I have covered my transgressions, by hiding my iniquity in my heart,

Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; like new wineskins it is ready to burst.

What man is like Job, who drinks scorn like water,

I wish that Job were tried to the end, because of his answering like wicked men.

Behold, God is exalted in his power. Who is a teacher like him?

Brace yourself like a man, for I will question you, then you answer me!

The waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen.

"Now brace yourself like a man. I will question you, and you will answer me.

Or do you have an arm like God? Can you thunder with a voice like him?

He moves his tail like a cedar. The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.

His sneezing flashes out light. His eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

The arrow can't make him flee. Sling stones are like chaff to him.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

He makes the deep to boil like a pot. He makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

He will be like a tree planted by the streams of water, that brings forth its fruit in its season, whose leaf also does not wither. Whatever he does shall prosper.

The wicked are not so, but are like the chaff which the wind drives away.

You shall break them with a rod of iron. You shall dash them in pieces like a potter's vessel."

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

He is like a lion that is greedy of his prey, as it were a young lion lurking in secret places.

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

which is as a bridegroom coming out of his room, like a strong man rejoicing to run his course.

I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; it is melted within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You have brought me into the dust of death.

To you, Yahweh, I call. My rock, don't be deaf to me; lest, if you are silent to me, I would become like those who go down into the pit.

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

I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.

Don't be like the horse, or like the mule, which have no understanding, who are controlled by bit and bridle, or else they will not come near to you.

All my bones shall say, "Yahweh, who is like you, who delivers the poor from him who is too strong for him; yes, the poor and the needy from him who robs him?"

Like the profane mockers in feasts, they gnashed their teeth at me.

Your righteousness is like the mountains of God. Your judgments are like a great deep. Yahweh, you preserve man and animal.

For they shall soon be cut down like the grass, and wither like the green herb.

But the wicked shall perish. The enemies of Yahweh shall be like the beauty of the fields. They will vanish -- vanish like smoke.

I have seen the wicked in great power, spreading himself like a green tree in its native soil.

"Surely every man walks like a shadow. Surely they busy themselves in vain. He heaps up, and doesn't know who shall gather.

When you rebuke and correct man for iniquity, You consume his wealth like a moth. Surely every man is but a breath." Selah.

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

My heart overflows with a noble theme. I recite my verses for the king. My tongue is like the pen of a skillful writer.

All your garments smell like myrrh, aloes, and cassia. Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made you glad.

But man, despite his riches, doesn't endure. He is like the animals that perish.

A man who has riches without understanding, is like the animals that perish. A Psalm by Asaph.

You have done these things, and I kept silent. You thought that I was just like you. I will rebuke you, and accuse you in front of your eyes.

Your tongue plots destruction, like a sharp razor, working deceitfully.

But as for me, I am like a green olive tree in God's house. I trust in God's loving kindness forever and ever.

I said, "Oh that I had wings like a dove! Then I would fly away, and be at rest.

But it was you, a man like me, my companion, and my familiar friend.

Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.

At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

How long will you assault a man, would all of you throw him down, Like a leaning wall, like a tottering fence?

who sharpen their tongue like a sword, and aim their arrows, deadly words,

Your righteousness also, God, reaches to the heavens; you have done great things. God, who is like you?

He will come down like rain on the mown grass, as showers that water the earth.

Abundance of grain shall be throughout the land. Its fruit sways like Lebanon. Let it flourish, thriving like the grass of the field.

They are free from burdens of men, neither are they plagued like other men.

Therefore pride is like a chain around their neck. Violence covers them like a garment.

They behaved like men wielding axes, cutting through a thicket of trees.

Your way, God, is in the sanctuary. What god is great like God?

You led your people like a flock, by the hand of Moses and Aaron. A contemplation by Asaph.

He brought streams also out of the rock, and caused waters to run down like rivers.

But he led forth his own people like sheep, and guided them in the wilderness like a flock.

but turned back, and dealt treacherously like their fathers. They were turned aside like a deceitful bow.

Then the Lord awakened as one out of sleep, like a mighty man who shouts by reason of wine.

He built his sanctuary like the heights, like the earth which he has established forever.

Their blood they have shed like water around Jerusalem. There was no one to bury them.

How long, Yahweh? Will you be angry forever? Will your jealousy burn like fire?

Hear us, Shepherd of Israel, you who lead Joseph like a flock, you who sit above the cherubim, shine forth.

The mountains were covered with its shadow. Its boughs were like God's cedars.

Nevertheless you shall die like men, and fall like one of the rulers."

Make their nobles like Oreb and Zeeb; yes, all their princes like Zebah and Zalmunna;

My God, make them like tumbleweed; like chaff before the wind.

There is no one like you among the gods, Lord, nor any deeds like your deeds.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

set apart among the dead, like the slain who lie in the grave, whom you remember no more. They are cut off from your hand.

They came around me like water all day long. They completely engulfed me.

For who in the skies can be compared to Yahweh? Who among the sons of the heavenly beings is like Yahweh,

Yahweh, God of Armies, who is a mighty one, like you? Yah, your faithfulness is around you.

You have broken Rahab in pieces, like one of the slain. You have scattered your enemies with your mighty arm.

His seed will endure forever, his throne like the sun before me.

It will be established forever like the moon, the faithful witness in the sky." Selah.

How long, Yahweh? Will you hide yourself forever? Will your wrath burn like fire?

For a thousand years in your sight are just like yesterday when it is past, like a watch in the night.

You sweep them away as they sleep. In the morning they sprout like new grass.

But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.

The righteous shall flourish like the palm tree. He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.

The mountains melt like wax at the presence of Yahweh, at the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.

For my days consume away like smoke. My bones are burned as a torch.

My heart is blighted like grass, and withered, for I forget to eat my bread.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

I watch, and have become like a sparrow that is alone on the housetop.

For I have eaten ashes like bread, and mixed my drink with tears,

My days are like a long shadow. I have withered like grass.

They will perish, but you will endure. Yes, all of them will wear out like a garment. You will change them like a cloak, and they will be changed.

who satisfies your desire with good things, so that your youth is renewed like the eagle's.

Like a father has compassion on his children, so Yahweh has compassion on those who fear him.

As for man, his days are like grass. As a flower of the field, so he flourishes.

He covers himself with light as with a garment. He stretches out the heavens like a curtain.

They reel back and forth, and stagger like a drunken man, and are at their wits' end.