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.

Lord, there is no one like You among the gods,
and there are no works like Yours.

I am counted among those going down to the Pit.
I am like a man without strength,

abandoned among the dead.
I am like the slain lying in the grave,
whom You no longer remember,
and who are cut off from Your care.

They surround me like water all day long;
they close in on me from every side.

For who in the skies can compare with the Lord?
Who among the heavenly beings is like the Lord?

Lord God of Hosts,
who is strong like You, Lord?
Your faithfulness surrounds You.

You crushed Rahab like one who is slain;
You scattered Your enemies with Your powerful arm.

His offspring will continue forever,
his throne like the sun before Me,

like the moon, established forever,
a faithful witness in the sky.”Selah

How long, Lord? Will You hide Yourself forever?
Will Your anger keep burning like fire?

For in Your sight a thousand years
are like yesterday that passes by,
like a few hours of the night.

You end their lives; they sleep.
They are like grass that grows in the morning—

For all our days ebb away under Your wrath;
we end our years like a sigh.

though the wicked sprout like grass
and all evildoers flourish,
they will be eternally destroyed.

You have lifted up my horn
like that of a wild ox;
I have been anointed with oil.

My eyes look down on my enemies;
my ears hear evildoers when they attack me.

The righteous thrive like a palm tree
and grow like a cedar tree in Lebanon.

The mountains melt like wax
at the presence of the Lord—
at the presence of the Lord of all the earth.

For my days vanish like smoke,
and my bones burn like a furnace.

My heart is afflicted, withered like grass;
I even forget to eat my food.

I am like a desert owl,
like an owl among the ruins.

I stay awake;
I am like a solitary bird on a roof.

I eat ashes like bread
and mingle my drinks with tears

My days are like a lengthening shadow,
and I wither away like grass.

They will perish, but You will endure;
all of them will wear out like clothing.
You will change them like a garment,
and they will pass away.

He satisfies you with goodness;
your youth is renewed like the eagle.

As for man, his days are like grass—
he blooms like a flower of the field;

He wraps Himself in light as if it were a robe,
spreading out the sky like a canopy,

He opened a rock, and water gushed out;
it flowed like a stream in the desert.

they reeled and staggered like drunken men,
and all their skill was useless.

But He lifts the needy out of their suffering
and makes their families multiply like flocks.

He wore cursing like his coat—
let it enter his body like water
and go into his bones like oil.

Let it be like a robe he wraps around himself,
like a belt he always wears.

I fade away like a lengthening shadow;
I am shaken off like a locust.

My accusers will be clothed with disgrace;
they will wear their shame like a cloak.

The Lord has sworn an oath and will not take it back:
“Forever, You are a priest
like Melchizedek.”

His heart is assured; he will not fear.
In the end he will look in triumph on his foes.

Who is like Yahweh our God—
the One enthroned on high,

who stoops down to look
on the heavens and the earth?

The mountains skipped like rams,
the hills, like lambs.

Mountains, that you skipped like rams?
Hills, like lambs?

Those who make them are just like them,
as are all who trust in them.

The Lord is my helper,
Therefore, I will look in triumph on those who hate me.

They surrounded me like bees;
they were extinguished like a fire among thorns;
in the name of Yahweh I destroyed them.

Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke,
I do not forget Your statutes.

I rejoice over Your promise
like one who finds vast treasure.

I wander like a lost sheep;
seek Your servant,
for I do not forget Your commands.

Like a servant’s eyes on his master’s hand,
like a servant girl’s eyes on her mistress’s hand,
so our eyes are on the Lord our God
until He shows us favor.

We have escaped like a bird from the hunter’s net;
the net is torn, and we have escaped.