You sons of men, how long shall my glory be turned into dishonor? Will you love vanity, and seek after falsehood? Selah.

But as for me, in the abundance of your loving kindness I will come into your house. I will bow toward your holy temple in reverence of you.

He has dug a hole, and has fallen into the pit which he made.

Why does the wicked person condemn God, and say in his heart, "God won't call me into account?"

But you do see trouble and grief. You consider it to take it into your hand. You help the victim and the fatherless.

In my distress I called on Yahweh, and cried to my God. He heard my voice out of his temple. My cry before him came into his ears.

He brought me forth also into a large place. He delivered me, because he delighted in 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.

You have turned my mourning into dancing for me. You have removed my sackcloth, and clothed me with gladness,

Into your hand I commend my spirit. You redeem me, Yahweh, God of truth.

You have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy. You have set my feet in a large place.

Let destruction come on him unawares. Let his net that he has hidden catch himself. Let him fall into that destruction.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting. My prayer returned into my own bosom.

Their sword shall enter into their own heart. Their bows shall be broken.

With gladness and rejoicing they shall be led. They shall enter into the king's palace.

Therefore we won't be afraid, though the earth changes, though the mountains are shaken into the heart of the seas;

"Now consider this, you who forget God, lest I tear you into pieces, and there be none to deliver.

Let death come suddenly on them. Let them go down alive into Sheol. For wickedness is in their dwelling, in the midst of them.

But you, God, will bring them down into the pit of destruction. Bloodthirsty and deceitful men shall not live out half their days, but I will trust in you. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Silent Dove in Distant Lands." A poem by David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath.

You number my wanderings. You put my tears into your bottle. Aren't they in your book?

They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into its midst themselves. Selah.

Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom?

But those who seek my soul, to destroy it, shall go into the lower parts of the earth.

He turned the sea into dry land. They went through the river on foot. There, we rejoiced in him.

You brought us into prison. You laid a burden on our backs.

I will come into your temple with burnt offerings. I will pay my vows to you,

The chariots of God are tens of thousands and thousands of thousands. The Lord is among them, from Sinai, into the sanctuary.

They have seen your processions, God, even the processions of my God, my King, into the sanctuary.

I sink in deep mire, where there is no foothold. I have come into deep waters, where the floods overflow me.

Charge them with crime upon crime. Don't let them come into your righteousness.

At your rebuke, God of Jacob, both chariot and horse are cast into a deep sleep.

he turned their rivers into blood, and their streams, so that they could not drink.

and delivered his strength into captivity, his glory into the adversary's hand.

God, the nations have come into your inheritance. They have defiled your holy temple. They have laid Jerusalem in heaps.

Pay back to our neighbors seven times into their bosom their reproach with which they have reproached you, Lord.

Let my prayer enter into your presence. Turn your ear to my cry.

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

You have put lover and friend far from me, and my friends into darkness. A contemplation by Ethan, the Ezrahite.

Therefore I swore in my wrath, "They won't enter into my rest."

Ascribe to Yahweh the glory due to his name. Bring an offering, and come into his courts.

Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, into his courts with praise. Give thanks to him, and bless his name.

He sends forth springs into the valleys. They run among the mountains.

Israel also came into Egypt. Jacob lived in the land of Ham.

He turned their waters into blood, and killed their fish.

He gave them their request, but sent leanness into their soul.

He gave them into the hand of the nations. Those who hated them ruled over them.

Their enemies also oppressed them. They were brought into subjection under their hand.

He turns rivers into a desert, water springs into a thirsty ground,

and a fruitful land into a salt waste, for the wickedness of those who dwell in it.

He turns a desert into a pool of water, and a dry land into water springs.

Who will bring me into the fortified city? Who has led me to Edom?

When he is judged, let him come forth guilty. Let his prayer be turned into sin.

He clothed himself also with cursing as with his garment. It came into his inward parts like water, like oil into his bones.

who turned the rock into a pool of water, the flint into a spring of waters.

The dead don't praise Yah, neither any who go down into silence;

Open to me the gates of righteousness. I will enter into them. I will give thanks to Yah.

This is the gate of Yahweh; the righteous will enter into it.

"Surely I will not come into the structure of my house, nor go up into my bed;

"We will go into his dwelling place. We will worship at his footstool.

Arise, Yahweh, into your resting place; you, and the ark of your strength.

Who sent signs and wonders into the midst of you, Egypt, on Pharaoh, and on all his servants;

If I ascend up into heaven, you are there. If I make my bed in Sheol, behold, you are there!

Let burning coals fall on them. Let them be thrown into the fire, into miry pits, from where they never rise.

Let the wicked fall together into their own nets, while I pass by. A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

Don't enter into judgment with your servant, for in your sight no man living is righteous.

Hurry to answer me, Yahweh. My spirit fails. Don't hide your face from me, so that I don't become like those who go down into the pit.

let's swallow them up alive like Sheol, and whole, like those who go down into the pit.

For wisdom will enter into your heart. Knowledge will be pleasant to your soul.

Don't enter into the path of the wicked. Don't walk in the way of evil men.

Do this now, my son, and deliver yourself, since you have come into the hand of your neighbor. Go, humble yourself. Press your plea with your neighbor.

Can a man scoop fire into his lap, and his clothes not be burned?

He followed her immediately, as an ox goes to the slaughter, as a fool stepping into a noose.

A wicked messenger falls into trouble, but a trustworthy envoy gains healing.

The lot is cast into the lap, but its every decision is from Yahweh.

A rebuke enters deeper into one who has understanding than a hundred lashes into a fool.

One who has a perverse heart doesn't find prosperity, and one who has a deceitful tongue falls into trouble.

A fool's lips come into strife, and his mouth invites beatings.

The words of a gossip are like dainty morsels: they go down into a person's innermost parts.

Slothfulness casts into a deep sleep. The idle soul shall suffer hunger.

The mouth of an adulteress is a deep pit: he who is under Yahweh's wrath will fall into it.

Like a thornbush that goes into the hand of a drunkard, so is a parable in the mouth of fools.

The words of a whisperer are as dainty morsels, they go down into the innermost parts.

Whoever digs a pit shall fall into it. Whoever rolls a stone, it will come back on him.

Whoever causes the upright to go astray in an evil way, he will fall into his own trap; but the blameless will inherit good.

Blessed is the man who always fears; but one who hardens his heart falls into trouble.

Who has ascended up into heaven, and descended? Who has gathered the wind in his fists? Who has bound the waters in his garment? Who has established all the ends of the earth? What is his name, and what is his son's name, if you know?

All the rivers run into the sea, yet the sea is not full. To the place where the rivers flow, there they flow again.

Don't allow your mouth to lead you into sin. Don't protest before the messenger that this was a mistake. Why should God be angry at your voice, and destroy the work of your hands?

He who digs a pit may fall into it; and whoever breaks through a wall may be bitten by a snake.

Rejoice, young man, in your youth, and let your heart cheer you in the days of your youth, and walk in the ways of your heart, and in the sight of your eyes; but know that for all these things God will bring you into judgment.

For God will bring every work into judgment, with every hidden thing, whether it is good, or whether it is evil.

Take me away with you. Let us hurry. The king has brought me into his rooms. Friends We will be glad and rejoice in you. We will praise your love more than wine! Beloved They are right to love you.

I had scarcely passed from them, when I found him whom my soul loves. I held him, and would not let him go, until I had brought him into my mother's house, into the room of her who conceived me.

Awake, north wind; and come, you south! Blow on my garden, that its spices may flow out. Let my beloved come into his garden, and taste his precious fruits. Lover

I have come into my garden, my sister, my bride. I have gathered my myrrh with my spice; I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Friends Eat, friends! Drink, yes, drink abundantly, beloved. Beloved

I went down into the nut tree grove, to see the green plants of the valley, to see whether the vine budded, and the pomegranates were in flower.

I said, "I will climb up into the palm tree. I will take hold of its fruit." Let your breasts be like clusters of the vine, the smell of your breath like apples, Beloved

Come, my beloved, let us go forth into the field. Let us lodge in the villages.

I would lead you, bringing you into my mother's house, who would instruct me. I would have you drink spiced wine, of the juice of my pomegranate.