You have shortened the days of his youth; You have covered him with shame. Selah.
Remember what my span of life is; For what vanity You have created all the sons of men!
What man can live and not see death? Can he deliver his soul from the power of Sheol? Selah.
Remember, O Lord, the reproach of Your servants; How I bear in my bosom the reproach of all the many peoples,
With which Your enemies have reproached, O LORD, With which they have reproached the footsteps of Your anointed.
Blessed be the LORD forever! Amen and Amen.
A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations.
Before the mountains were born Or You gave birth to the earth and the world, Even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God.
For a thousand years in Your sight Are like yesterday when it passes by, Or as a watch in the night.
You have swept them away like a flood, they fall asleep; In the morning they are like grass which sprouts anew.
In the morning it flourishes and sprouts anew; Toward evening it fades and withers away.
You have placed our iniquities before You, Our secret sins in the light of Your presence.
As for the days of our life, they contain seventy years, Or if due to strength, eighty years, Yet their pride is but labor and sorrow; For soon it is gone and we fly away.
Who understands the power of Your anger And Your fury, according to the fear that is due You?
O satisfy us in the morning with Your lovingkindness, That we may sing for joy and be glad all our days.
Make us glad according to the days You have afflicted us, And the years we have seen evil.
Let the favor of the Lord our God be upon us; And confirm for us the work of our hands; Yes, confirm the work of our hands.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High Will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
I will say to the LORD, “My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I trust!”
For it is He who delivers you from the snare of the trapper And from the deadly pestilence.
You will not be afraid of the terror by night, Or of the arrow that flies by day;
Of the pestilence that stalks in darkness, Or of the destruction that lays waste at noon.
You will only look on with your eyes And see the recompense of the wicked.
For you have made the LORD, my refuge, Even the Most High, your dwelling place.
You will tread upon the lion and cobra, The young lion and the serpent you will trample down.
A Psalm, a Song for the Sabbath day. It is good to give thanks to the LORD And to sing praises to Your name, O Most High;
To declare Your lovingkindness in the morning And Your faithfulness by night,
With the ten-stringed lute and with the harp, With resounding music upon the lyre.
For You, O LORD, have made me glad by what You have done, I will sing for joy at the works of Your hands.
That when the wicked sprouted up like grass And all who did iniquity flourished, It was only that they might be destroyed forevermore.
But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; I have been anointed with fresh oil.
And my eye has looked exultantly upon my foes, My ears hear of the evildoers who rise up against me.
The righteous man will flourish like the palm tree, He will grow like a cedar in Lebanon.
Planted in the house of the LORD, They will flourish in the courts of our God.
To declare that the LORD is upright; He is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in Him.
The LORD reigns, He is clothed with majesty; The LORD has clothed and girded Himself with strength; Indeed, the world is firmly established, it will not be moved.
The floods have lifted up, O LORD, The floods have lifted up their voice, The floods lift up their pounding waves.
More than the sounds of many waters, Than the mighty breakers of the sea, The LORD on high is mighty.
Rise up, O Judge of the earth, Render recompense to the proud.
How long shall the wicked, O LORD, How long shall the wicked exult?
They slay the widow and the stranger And murder the orphans.
They have said, “The LORD does not see, Nor does the God of Jacob pay heed.”
Pay heed, you senseless among the people; And when will you understand, stupid ones?
He who planted the ear, does He not hear? He who formed the eye, does He not see?
He who chastens the nations, will He not rebuke, Even He who teaches man knowledge?
The LORD knows the thoughts of man, That they are a mere breath.
Blessed is the man whom You chasten, O LORD, And whom You teach out of Your law;
That You may grant him relief from the days of adversity, Until a pit is dug for the wicked.
For the LORD will not abandon His people, Nor will He forsake His inheritance.
For judgment will again be righteous, And all the upright in heart will follow it.
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