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The nations have fallen into a pit of their making; their feet are caught in the net they have hidden.

The LORD is known by the justice He brings; the wicked are ensnared by the work of their hands. Higgaion Selah

Lay terror upon them, O LORD; let the nations know they are but men. Selah

He is secure in his ways at all times; Your lofty judgments are far from him; he sneers at all his foes.

His mouth is full of cursing, deceit, and violence; trouble and malice are under his tongue.

They are crushed and beaten down; the helpless fall prey to his strength.

But You have regarded trouble and grief; You see to repay it by Your hand. The victim entrusts himself to You; You are the helper of the fatherless.

If the foundations are destroyed, what can the righteous do?”

The LORD is in His holy temple; the LORD is on His heavenly throne. His eyes are watching closely; they examine the sons of men.

For the choirmaster. According to Sheminith. A Psalm of David. Help, O LORD, for the godly are no more; the faithful have vanished from among men.

The words of the LORD are flawless, like silver refined in a furnace, like gold purified sevenfold.

For the choirmaster. Of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their acts are vile. There is no one who does good.

For the choirmaster. Of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their acts are vile. There is no one who does good.

There they are, overwhelmed with dread, for God is in the company of the righteous.

I said to the LORD, “You are my Lord; apart from You I have no good thing.”

As for the saints in the land, they are the excellence in whom all my delight resides.

They have tracked us down, and now surround us; their eyes are set to cast us to the ground,

For all His ordinances are before me; I have not disregarded His statutes.

The precepts of the LORD are right, bringing joy to the heart; the commandments of the LORD are radiant, giving light to the eyes.

The precepts of the LORD are right, bringing joy to the heart; the commandments of the LORD are radiant, giving light to the eyes.

The fear of the LORD is pure, enduring forever; the judgments of the LORD are true, being altogether righteous.

They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.

They are more precious than gold, than much pure gold; they are sweeter than honey, than honey from the comb.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “The Doe of the Dawn.” A Psalm of David. My God, my God, why have You forsaken me? Why are You so far from saving me, so far from my words of groaning?

Yet You are holy, enthroned on the praises of Israel.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.

Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil, for You are with me; Your rod and Your staff, they comfort me.

Guide me in Your truth and teach me, for You are the God of my salvation; all day long I wait for You.

Remember, O LORD, Your compassion and loving devotion, for they are from age to age.

All the LORD’s ways are loving and faithful to those who keep His covenant and His decrees.

My eyes are always on the LORD, for He will free my feet from the mesh.

Consider my enemies, for they are many, and they hate me with vicious hatred.

…in whose hands are wicked schemes, whose right hands are full of bribes.

…in whose hands are wicked schemes, whose right hands are full of bribes.

For You are my rock and my fortress; lead me and guide me for the sake of Your name.

You free me from the net laid out for me, for You are my refuge.

For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away.

But I trust in You, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.”

My times are in Your hands; deliver me from my enemies and from those who pursue me.

Of David. A Maskil. Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.

Of David. A Maskil. Blessed is he whose transgressions are forgiven, whose sins are covered.

You are my hiding place. You protect me from trouble; You surround me with songs of deliverance. Selah

Many are the sorrows of the wicked, but loving devotion surrounds him who trusts in the LORD.

Surely the eyes of the LORD are on those who fear Him, on those whose hope is in His loving devotion

Those who look to Him are radiant with joy; their faces shall never be ashamed.

The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous, and His ears are inclined to their cry.

The eyes of the LORD are on the righteous, and His ears are inclined to their cry.

Many are the afflictions of the righteous, but the LORD delivers him from them all.

For his eyes are too full of conceit to detect or hate his own sin.

The words of his mouth are wicked and deceitful; he has ceased to be wise and well-doing.

Your righteousness is like the highest mountains; Your judgments are like the deepest sea. O LORD, You preserve man and beast.

The wicked have drawn the sword and bent the bow to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright.

Better is the little of the righteous than the abundance of many who are wicked.

The wicked borrow and do not repay, but the righteous are gracious and giving.

The steps of a man are ordered by the LORD who takes delight in his journey.

They are ever generous and quick to lend, and their children are a blessing.

They are ever generous and quick to lend, and their children are a blessing.

For the LORD loves justice and will not forsake His saints. They are preserved forever, but the offspring of the wicked will be cut off.

Wait for the LORD and keep His way, and He will raise you up to inherit the land. When the wicked are cut off, you will see it.

For my iniquities have overwhelmed me; they are a burden too heavy to bear.

My wounds are foul and festering because of my sinful folly.

For my loins are full of burning pain, and no soundness remains in my body.

Many are my enemies without cause, and many hate me without reason.

For the choirmaster. For Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, “I will watch my ways so that I will not sin with my tongue; I will guard my mouth with a muzzle as long as the wicked are present.”

Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us—none can compare to You—if I proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count.

Many, O LORD my God, are the wonders You have done, and the plans You have for us—none can compare to You—if I proclaim and declare them, they are more than I can count.

For evils without number surround me; my sins have overtaken me, so that I cannot see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart has failed within me.

But I am poor and needy; may the Lord think of me. You are my helper and deliverer; O my God, do not delay.

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him for the salvation of His presence.

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.

For You are the God of my refuge. Why have You rejected me? Why must I walk in sorrow because of the enemy’s oppression?

Why are you downcast, O my soul? Why the unease within me? Put your hope in God, for I will yet praise Him, my Savior and my God.

You are my King, O God, who ordains victories for Jacob.

Yet for Your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered.

Wake up, O Lord! Why are You sleeping? Arise! Do not reject us forever.

You are the most handsome of men; grace has anointed your lips; therefore God has blessed you forever.

All your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia; from palaces of ivory the harps make you glad.

The daughters of kings are among your honored women; the queen stands at your right hand, adorned with the gold of Ophir.

In colorful garments she is led to the king; her virgin companions are brought before you.

They are led in with joy and gladness; they enter the palace of the king.

Therefore we will not fear, though the earth is transformed and the mountains are toppled into the depths of the seas,

Their graves are their eternal homes—their dwellings for endless generations—even though their lands were their namesakes.

Like sheep they are destined for Sheol. Death will be their shepherd. The upright will rule them in the morning, and their form will decay in Sheol, far from their lofty abode.

I do not rebuke you for your sacrifices, and your burnt offerings are ever before Me.

I know every bird in the mountains, and the creatures of the field are Mine.

The sacrifices of God are a broken spirit; a broken and a contrite heart, O God, You will not despise.

For the choirmaster. According to Mahalath. A Maskil of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their ways are vile. There is no one who does good.

For the choirmaster. According to Mahalath. A Maskil of David. The fool says in his heart, “There is no God.” They are corrupt; their ways are vile. There is no one who does good.

There they are, overwhelmed with dread, where there was nothing to fear. For God has scattered the bones of those who besieged you. You put them to shame, for God has despised them.

His speech is smooth as butter, but war is in his heart. His words are softer than oil, yet they are swords unsheathed.

His speech is smooth as butter, but war is in his heart. His words are softer than oil, yet they are swords unsheathed.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of “A Dove on Distant Oaks.” A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack.

All day long they twist my words; all their thoughts are on my demise.

You have taken account of my wanderings. Put my tears in Your bottle—are they not in Your book?

Your vows are upon me, O God; I will render thank offerings to You.

My soul is among the lions; I lie down with ravenous beasts—with men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.

My soul is among the lions; I lie down with ravenous beasts—with men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are sharp swords.

The wicked are estranged from the womb; the liars go astray from birth.

The righteous will rejoice when they see they are avenged; they will wash their feet in the blood of the wicked.

I will keep watch for You, O my strength, because You, O God, are my fortress.