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.

My son, do not walk in the way with them.
Keep your feet from their path,

For their feet run to evil
And they hasten to shed blood.

Then you will walk in your way securely
And your foot will not stumble.

For the Lord will be your confidence
And will keep your foot from being caught.

Watch the path of your feet
And all your ways will be established.

Do not turn to the right nor to the left;
Turn your foot from evil.

Her feet go down to death,
Her steps take hold of Sheol.

Prepares her food in the summer
And gathers her provision in the harvest.

Who winks with his eyes, who signals with his feet,
Who points with his fingers;

A heart that devises wicked plans,
Feet that run rapidly to evil,

Or can a man walk on hot coals
And his feet not be scorched?

She is boisterous and rebellious,
Her feet do not remain at home;

She has prepared her food, she has mixed her wine;
She has also set her table;

“Come, eat of my food
And drink of the wine I have mixed.

The lips of the righteous feed many,
But fools die for lack of understanding.

The soul of the sluggard craves and gets nothing,
But the soul of the diligent is made fat.

Abundant food is in the fallow ground of the poor,
But it is swept away by injustice.

Bright eyes gladden the heart;
Good news puts fat on the bones.

Do not love sleep, or you will become poor;
Open your eyes, and you will be satisfied with food.

He who is generous will be blessed,
For he gives some of his food to the poor.

Do not desire his delicacies,
For it is deceptive food.

Let your foot rarely be in your neighbor’s house,
Or he will become weary of you and hate you.

Like a bad tooth and an unsteady foot
Is confidence in a faithless man in time of trouble.

If your enemy is hungry, give him food to eat;
And if he is thirsty, give him water to drink;

He cuts off his own feet and drinks violence
Who sends a message by the hand of a fool.

And there will be goats’ milk enough for your food,
For the food of your household,
And sustenance for your maidens.

A poor man who oppresses the lowly
Is like a driving rain which leaves no food.

He who tills his land will have plenty of food,
But he who follows empty pursuits will have poverty in plenty.

Keep deception and lies far from me,
Give me neither poverty nor riches;
Feed me with the food that is my portion,

Under a slave when he becomes king,
And a fool when he is satisfied with food,

The ants are not a strong people,
But they prepare their food in the summer;

She is like merchant ships;
She brings her food from afar.

She rises also while it is still night
And gives food to her household
And portions to her maidens.

The wise man’s eyes are in his head, but the fool walks in darkness. And yet I know that one fate befalls them both.

Then I said to myself, “As is the fate of the fool, it will also befall me. Why then have I been extremely wise?” So I said to myself, “This too is vanity.”

For the fate of the sons of men and the fate of beasts is the same. As one dies so dies the other; indeed, they all have the same breath and there is no advantage for man over beast, for all is vanity.

It is the same for all. There is one fate for the righteous and for the wicked; for the good, for the clean and for the unclean; for the man who offers a sacrifice and for the one who does not sacrifice. As the good man is, so is the sinner; as the swearer is, so is the one who is afraid to swear.

This is an evil in all that is done under the sun, that there is one fate for all men. Furthermore, the hearts of the sons of men are full of evil and insanity is in their hearts throughout their lives. Afterwards they go to the dead.

“Your two breasts are like two fawns,
Twins of a gazelle
Which feed among the lilies.

“I have taken off my dress,
How can I put it on again?
I have washed my feet,
How can I dirty them again?

“How beautiful are your feet in sandals,
O prince’s daughter!
The curves of your hips are like jewels,
The work of the hands of an artist.

From the sole of the foot even to the head
There is nothing sound in it,
Only bruises, welts and raw wounds,
Not pressed out or bandaged,
Nor softened with oil.

“What are your multiplied sacrifices to Me?”
Says the Lord.
“I have had enough of burnt offerings of rams
And the fat of fed cattle;
And I take no pleasure in the blood of bulls, lambs or goats.

Moreover, the Lord said, “Because the daughters of Zion are proud
And walk with heads held high and seductive eyes,
And go along with mincing steps
And tinkle the bangles on their feet,

He dug it all around, removed its stones,
And planted it with the choicest vine.
And He built a tower in the middle of it
And also hewed out a wine vat in it;
Then He expected it to produce good grapes,
But it produced only worthless ones.

Seraphim stood above Him, each having six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew.

Now in that day the glory of Jacob will fade,
And the fatness of his flesh will become lean.

“So I will incite Egyptians against Egyptians;
And they will each fight against his brother and each against his neighbor,
City against city and kingdom against kingdom.

at that time the Lord spoke through Isaiah the son of Amoz, saying, “Go and loosen the sackcloth from your hips and take your shoes off your feet.” And he did so, going naked and barefoot.

Is this your jubilant city,
Whose origin is from antiquity,
Whose feet used to carry her to colonize distant places?