I am forgotten as a dead man, out of mind; I am like a broken vessel.
You hide them in the secret place of Your presence from the conspiracies of man; You keep them secretly in a shelter from the strife of tongues.
Blessed be the LORD, For He has made marvelous His lovingkindness to me in a besieged city.
A Psalm of David. A Maskil. How blessed is he whose transgression is forgiven, Whose sin is covered!
Therefore, let everyone who is godly pray to You in a time when You may be found; Surely in a flood of great waters they will not reach him.
Give thanks to the LORD with the lyre; Sing praises to Him with a harp of ten strings.
Sing to Him a new song; Play skillfully with a shout of joy.
He gathers the waters of the sea together as a heap; He lays up the deeps in storehouses.
The king is not saved by a mighty army; A warrior is not delivered by great strength.
A horse is a false hope for victory; Nor does it deliver anyone by its great strength.
A Psalm of David when he feigned madness before Abimelech, who drove him away and he departed. I will bless the LORD at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.
A Psalm of David. Contend, O LORD, with those who contend with me; Fight against those who fight against me.
For without cause they hid their net for me; Without cause they dug a pit for my soul.
I went about as though it were my friend or brother; I bowed down mourning, as one who sorrows for a mother.
Like godless jesters at a feast, They gnashed at me with their teeth.
I will give You thanks in the great congregation; I will praise You among a mighty throng.
For the choir director. A Psalm of David the servant of the LORD. Transgression speaks to the ungodly within his heart; There is no fear of God before his eyes.
He plans wickedness upon his bed; He sets himself on a path that is not good; He does not despise evil.
Your righteousness is like the mountains of God; Your judgments are like a great deep. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.
A Psalm of David. Do not fret because of evildoers, Be not envious toward wrongdoers.
Yet a little while and the wicked man will be no more; And you will look carefully for his place and he will not be there.
The steps of a man are established by the LORD, And He delights in his way.
All day long he is gracious and lends, And his descendants are a blessing.
I have seen a wicked, violent man Spreading himself like a luxuriant tree in its native soil.
Mark the blameless man, and behold the upright; For the man of peace will have a posterity.
A Psalm of David, for a memorial. O LORD, rebuke me not in Your wrath, And chasten me not in Your burning anger.
For my iniquities are gone over my head; As a heavy burden they weigh too much for me.
But I, like a deaf man, do not hear; And I am like a mute man who does not open his mouth.
Yes, I am like a man who does not hear, And in whose mouth are no arguments.
For the choir director, for Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will guard my ways That I may not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth as with a muzzle While the wicked are in my presence.”
“Behold, You have made my days as handbreadths, And my lifetime as nothing in Your sight; Surely every man at his best is a mere breath. Selah.
“Surely every man walks about as a phantom; Surely they make an uproar for nothing; He amasses riches and does not know who will gather them.
“With reproofs You chasten a man for iniquity; You consume as a moth what is precious to him; Surely every man is a mere breath. Selah.
“Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; Do not be silent at my tears; For I am a stranger with You, A sojourner like all my fathers.
For the choir director. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; And He inclined to me and heard my cry.
He brought me up out of the pit of destruction, out of the miry clay, And He set my feet upon a rock making my footsteps firm.
He put a new song in my mouth, a song of praise to our God; Many will see and fear And will trust in the LORD.
For the choir director. A Psalm of David. How blessed is he who considers the helpless; The LORD will deliver him in a day of trouble.
“A wicked thing is poured out upon him, That when he lies down, he will not rise up again.”
For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. As the deer pants for the water brooks, So my soul pants for You, O God.
These things I remember and I pour out my soul within me. For I used to go along with the throng and lead them in procession to the house of God, With the voice of joy and thanksgiving, a multitude keeping festival.
The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life.
As a shattering of my bones, my adversaries revile me, While they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
For the choir director. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. O God, we have heard with our ears, Our fathers have told us The work that You did in their days, In the days of old.
You make us a reproach to our neighbors, A scoffing and a derision to those around us.
You make us a byword among the nations, A laughingstock among the peoples.
Yet You have crushed us in a place of jackals And covered us with the shadow of death.
If we had forgotten the name of our God Or extended our hands to a strange god,
For the choir director; according to the Shoshannim. A Maskil of the sons of Korah. A Song of Love. My heart overflows with a good theme; I address my verses to the King; My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever; A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
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