Deliver me from all my transgressions. Don't make me the reproach of the foolish.

I was mute. I didn't open my mouth, because you did it.

"Hear my prayer, Yahweh, and give ear to my cry. Don't be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

I waited patiently for Yahweh. He turned to me, and heard my cry.

He brought me up also out of a horrible pit, out of the miry clay. He set my feet on a rock, and gave me a firm place to stand.

He has put a new song in my mouth, even praise to our God. Many shall see it, and fear, and shall trust in Yahweh.

Blessed is the man who makes Yahweh his trust, and doesn't respect the proud, nor such as turn aside to lies.

Many, Yahweh, my God, are the wonderful works which you have done, and your thoughts which are toward us. They can't be declared back to you. If I would declare and speak of them, they are more than can be numbered.

Sacrifice and offering you didn't desire. You have opened my ears. You have not required burnt offering and sin offering.

I delight to do your will, my God. Yes, your law is within my heart."

Don't withhold your tender mercies from me, Yahweh. Let your loving kindness and your truth continually preserve me.

For innumerable evils have surrounded me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to look up. They are more than the hairs of my head. My heart has failed me.

Be pleased, Yahweh, to deliver me. Hurry to help me, Yahweh.

Let them be disappointed and confounded together who seek after my soul to destroy it. Let them be turned backward and brought to dishonor who delight in my hurt.

But I am poor and needy. May the Lord think about me. You are my help and my deliverer. Don't delay, my God. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David.

Blessed is he who considers the poor. Yahweh will deliver him in the day of evil.

Yahweh will preserve him, and keep him alive. He shall be blessed on the earth, and he will not surrender him to the will of his enemies.

My enemies speak evil against me: "When will he die, and his name perish?"

If he comes to see me, he speaks falsehood. His heart gathers iniquity to itself. When he goes abroad, he tells it.

By this I know that you delight in me, because my enemy doesn't triumph over me.

Blessed be Yahweh, the God of Israel, from everlasting and to everlasting! Amen and amen. BOOK II For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by the sons of Korah.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to the house of God, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

Deep calls to deep at the noise of your waterfalls. All your waves and your billows have swept over me.

Yahweh will command his loving kindness in the daytime. In the night his song shall be with me: a prayer to the God of my life.

I will ask God, my rock, "Why have you forgotten me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?"

For you are the God of my strength. Why have you rejected me? Why do I go mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Oh, send out your light and your truth. Let them lead me. Let them bring me to your holy hill, To your tents.

Then I will go to the altar of God, to God, my exceeding joy. I will praise you on the harp, God, my God.

For they didn't get the land in possession by their own sword, neither did their own arm save them; but your right hand, and your arm, and the light of your face, because you were favorable to them.

In God we have made our boast all day long, we will give thanks to your name forever. Selah.

But now you rejected us, and brought us to dishonor, and don't go out with our armies.

You make us a reproach to our neighbors, a scoffing and a derision to those who are around us.

All day long my dishonor is before me, and shame covers my face,

All this has come on us, yet have we not forgotten you, Neither have we been false to your covenant.

If we have forgotten the name of our God, or spread forth our hands to a strange god;

won't God search this out? For he knows the secrets of the heart.

Yes, for your sake we are killed all day long. We are regarded as sheep for the slaughter.

Wake up! Why do you sleep, Lord? Arise! Don't reject us forever.

Why do you hide your face, and forget our affliction and our oppression?

For our soul is bowed down to the dust. Our body clings to the earth.

Rise up to help us. Redeem us for your loving kindness' sake. For the Chief Musician. Set to "The Lilies." A contemplation by the sons of Korah. A wedding song.

She shall be led to the king in embroidered work. The virgins, her companions who follow her, shall be brought to you.

I will make your name to be remembered in all generations. Therefore the peoples shall give you thanks forever and ever. For the Chief Musician. By the sons of Korah. According to Alamoth.

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

He makes wars cease to the end of the earth. He breaks the bow, and shatters the spear. He burns the chariots in the fire.

Oh clap your hands, all you nations. Shout to God with the voice of triumph!

Sing praise to God, sing praises. Sing praises to our King, sing praises.

The princes of the peoples are gathered together, the people of the God of Abraham. For the shields of the earth belong to God. He is greatly exalted! A Song. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

Great is Yahweh, and greatly to be praised, in the city of our God, in his holy mountain.

As is your name, God, so is your praise to the ends of the earth. Your right hand is full of righteousness.

Mark well her bulwarks. Consider her palaces, that you may tell it to the next generation.

For this God is our God forever and ever. He will be our guide even to death. For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by the sons of Korah.

I will incline my ear to a proverb. I will open my riddle on the harp.

For he sees that wise men die; likewise the fool and the senseless perish, and leave their wealth to others.

Their inward thought is that their houses will endure forever, and their dwelling places to all generations. They name their lands after themselves.

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

Don't be afraid when a man is made rich, when the glory of his house is increased.

Though while he lived he blessed his soul -- and men praise you when you do well for yourself --

he shall go to the generation of his fathers. They shall never see the light.

The Mighty One, God, Yahweh, speaks, and calls the earth from sunrise to sunset.

He calls to the heavens above, to the earth, that he may judge his people:

"Gather my saints together to me, those who have made a covenant with me by sacrifice."

I don't rebuke you for your sacrifices. Your burnt offerings are continually before me.

Offer to God the sacrifice of thanksgiving. Pay your vows to the Most High.

Call on me in the day of trouble. I will deliver you, and you will honor me."

But to the wicked God says, "What right do you have to declare my statutes, that you have taken my covenant on your lips,

"You give your mouth to evil. Your tongue frames deceit.

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

Whoever offers the sacrifice of thanksgiving glorifies me, and prepares his way so that I will show God's salvation to him." For the Chief Musician. A Psalm by David, when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bathsheba.

Have mercy on me, God, according to your loving kindness. According to the multitude of your tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.

Don't throw me from your presence, and don't take your holy Spirit from me.

Restore to me the joy of your salvation. Uphold me with a willing spirit.

Then I will teach transgressors your ways. Sinners shall be converted to you.

For you don't delight in sacrifice, or else I would give it. You have no pleasure in burnt offering.

Do well in your good pleasure to Zion. Build the walls of Jerusalem.

Then you will delight in the sacrifices of righteousness, in burnt offerings and in whole burnt offerings. Then they will offer bulls on your altar. For the Chief Musician. A contemplation by David, when Doeg the Edomite came and told Saul, "David has come to Abimelech's house."

Why do you boast of mischief, mighty man? God's loving kindness endures continually.

"Behold, this is the man who didn't make God his strength, but trusted in the abundance of his riches, and strengthened himself in his wickedness."

I will give you thanks forever, because you have done it. I will hope in your name, for it is good, in the presence of your saints. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Mahalath." A contemplation by David.

God looks down from heaven on the children of men, to see if there are any who understood, who seek after God.

Have the workers of iniquity no knowledge, who eat up my people as they eat bread, and don't call on God?

There they were in great fear, where no fear was, for God has scattered the bones of him who encamps against you. You have put them to shame, because God has rejected them.

Oh that the salvation of Israel would come out of Zion! When God brings back his people from captivity, then Jacob shall rejoice, and Israel shall be glad. For the Chief Musician. On stringed instruments. A contemplation by David, when the Ziphites came and said to Saul, "Isn't David hiding himself among us?"

Hear my prayer, God. Listen to the words of my mouth.

For strangers have risen up against me. Violent men have sought after my soul. They haven't set God before them. Selah.

He will repay the evil to my enemies. Destroy them in your truth.

With a free will offering, I will sacrifice to you. I will give thanks to your name, Yahweh, for it is good.

Listen to my prayer, God. Don't hide yourself from my supplication.

Attend to me, and answer me. I am restless in my complaint, and moan,

"I would hurry to a shelter from the stormy wind and storm."

Day and night they prowl around on its walls. Malice and abuse are also within her.

Destructive forces are within her. Threats and lies don't depart from her streets.

God, who is enthroned forever, will hear, and answer them. Selah. They never change, who don't fear God.

Cast your burden on Yahweh, and he will sustain you. He will never allow the righteous to be moved.

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.

Be merciful to me, God, for man wants to swallow me up. All day long, he attacks and oppresses me.

My enemies want to swallow me up all day long, for they are many who fight proudly against me.

In God, I praise his word. In God, I put my trust. I will not be afraid. What can flesh do to me?

All day long they twist my words. All their thoughts are against me for evil.