Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry aloud with my voice to the LORD; I make supplication with my voice to the LORD.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path. In the way where I walk They have hidden a trap for me.
Look to the right and see; For there is no one who regards me; There is no escape for me; No one cares for my soul.
I cried out to You, O LORD; I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.
“Bring my soul out of prison, So that I may give thanks to Your name; The righteous will surround me, For You will deal bountifully with me.”
For the enemy has persecuted my soul; He has crushed my life to the ground; He has made me dwell in dark places, like those who have long been dead.
I remember the days of old; I meditate on all Your doings; I muse on the work of Your hands.
Answer me quickly, O LORD, my spirit fails; Do not hide Your face from me, Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.
Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning; For I trust in You; Teach me the way in which I should walk; For to You I lift up my soul.
For the sake of Your name, O LORD, revive me. In Your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble.
A Psalm of David. Blessed be the LORD, my rock, Who trains my hands for war, And my fingers for battle;
O LORD, what is man, that You take knowledge of him? Or the son of man, that You think of him?
Bow Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
Stretch forth Your hand from on high; Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters, Out of the hand of aliens
Who gives salvation to kings, Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.
Rescue me and deliver me out of the hand of aliens, Whose mouth speaks deceit And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.
How blessed are the people who are so situated; How blessed are the people whose God is the LORD!
Great is the LORD, and highly to be praised, And His greatness is unsearchable.
On the glorious splendor of Your majesty And on Your wonderful works, I will meditate.
Men shall speak of the power of Your awesome acts, And I will tell of Your greatness.
They shall eagerly utter the memory of Your abundant goodness And will shout joyfully of Your righteousness.
The LORD is gracious and merciful; Slow to anger and great in lovingkindness.
The LORD is good to all, And His mercies are over all His works.
They shall speak of the glory of Your kingdom And talk of Your power;
To make known to the sons of men Your mighty acts And the glory of the majesty of Your kingdom.
The LORD sustains all who fall And raises up all who are bowed down.
The eyes of all look to You, And You give them their food in due time.
You open Your hand And satisfy the desire of every living thing.
The LORD is righteous in all His ways And kind in all His deeds.
The LORD is near to all who call upon Him, To all who call upon Him in truth.
He will fulfill the desire of those who fear Him; He will also hear their cry and will save them.
The LORD keeps all who love Him, But all the wicked He will destroy.
My mouth will speak the praise of the LORD, And all flesh will bless His holy name forever and ever.
Praise the LORD! Praise the LORD, O my soul!
I will praise the LORD while I live; I will sing praises to my God while I have my being.
His spirit departs, he returns to the earth; In that very day his thoughts perish.
How blessed is he whose help is the God of Jacob, Whose hope is in the LORD his God,
Who made heaven and earth, The sea and all that is in them; Who keeps faith forever;
Who executes justice for the oppressed; Who gives food to the hungry. The LORD sets the prisoners free.
The LORD opens the eyes of the blind; The LORD raises up those who are bowed down; The LORD loves the righteous;
The LORD protects the strangers; He supports the fatherless and the widow, But He thwarts the way of the wicked.
The LORD will reign forever, Your God, O Zion, to all generations. Praise the LORD!
Praise the LORD! For it is good to sing praises to our God; For it is pleasant and praise is becoming.
The LORD builds up Jerusalem; He gathers the outcasts of Israel.
He heals the brokenhearted And binds up their wounds.
He counts the number of the stars; He gives names to all of them.
The LORD supports the afflicted; He brings down the wicked to the ground.
Sing to the LORD with thanksgiving; Sing praises to our God on the lyre,
Who covers the heavens with clouds, Who provides rain for the earth, Who makes grass to grow on the mountains.
He gives to the beast its food, And to the young ravens which cry.
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