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O God, that You would slay the wicked—away from me, you bloodthirsty men—

Do I not hate those who hate You, O LORD, and detest those who rise against You?

Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my concerns.

For the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. Rescue me, O LORD, from evil men. Protect me from men of violence,

Guard me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked. Keep me safe from men of violence who scheme to make me stumble.

I say to the LORD, “You are my God.” Hear, O LORD, my cry for help.

O GOD the Lord, the strength of my salvation, You shield my head in the day of battle.

Grant not, O LORD, the desires of the wicked; do not promote their evil plans, lest they be exalted. Selah

A Psalm of David. I call upon You, O LORD; come quickly to me. Hear my voice when I call to You.

Set a guard, O LORD, over my mouth; keep watch at the door of my lips.

But my eyes are fixed on You, O GOD the Lord. In You I seek refuge; do not leave my soul defenseless.

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

A Psalm of David. O LORD, hear my prayer. In Your faithfulness, give ear to my plea; in Your righteousness, answer me.

Answer me quickly, O LORD; my spirit fails. Do not hide Your face from me, or I will be like those who descend to the Pit.

Deliver me from my enemies, O LORD; I flee to You for refuge.

For the sake of Your name, O LORD, revive me. In Your righteousness, bring my soul out of trouble.

O LORD, what is man, that You regard him, the son of man that You think of him?

Part Your heavens, O LORD, and come down; touch the mountains, that they may smoke.

I will sing to You a new song, O God; on a harp of ten strings I will make music to You—

All You have made will give You thanks, O LORD, and Your saints will bless You.

Hallelujah! Praise the LORD, O my soul.

The LORD reigns forever, your God, O Zion, for all generations. Hallelujah!

Exalt the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion!

Exalt the LORD, O Jerusalem; praise your God, O Zion!

Praise Him, O sun and moon; praise Him, all you shining stars.

Praise Him, O highest heavens, and you waters above the skies.

“How long, O simple ones, will you love your simple ways? How long will scoffers delight in their scorn and fools hate knowledge?

Walk in the manner of the ant, O slacker; observe its ways and become wise.

How long will you lie there, O slacker? When will you get up from your sleep?

“To you, O men, I call out, and my cry is to the sons of men.

O simple ones, learn to be shrewd; O fools, gain understanding.

O simple ones, learn to be shrewd; O fools, gain understanding.

Do not lie in wait, O wicked man, near the dwelling of the righteous; do not destroy his resting place.

These are the words of Agur son of Jakeh—the burden that this man declared to Ithiel: “I am weary, O God, and worn out.

What shall I say, O my son? What, O son of my womb? What, O son of my vows?

What shall I say, O my son? What, O son of my womb? What, O son of my vows?

What shall I say, O my son? What, O son of my womb? What, O son of my vows?

It is not for kings, O Lemuel, it is not for kings to drink wine, or for rulers to crave strong drink,

Woe to you, O land whose king is a youth, and whose princes feast in the morning.

Blessed are you, O land whose king is a son of nobles, and whose princes feast at the proper time—for strength and not for drunkenness.

Rejoice, O young man, while you are young, and let your heart be glad in the days of your youth. Walk in the ways of your heart and in the sight of your eyes, but know that for all these things God will bring you to judgment.

I am dark, yet lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

Tell me, O one I love, where do you pasture your sheep? Where do you rest them at midday? Why should I be like a veiled woman beside the flocks of your companions?

If you do not know, O fairest of women, follow the tracks of the flock, and graze your young goats near the tents of the shepherds.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

O my dove in the clefts of the rock, in the crevices of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet, and your countenance is lovely.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you by the gazelles and does of the field: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

Come out, O daughters of Zion, and gaze at King Solomon, wearing the crown with which his mother crowned him on the day of his wedding—the day of his heart’s rejoicing.

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.

Awake, O north wind, and come, O south wind. Breathe on my garden and spread the fragrance of its spices. Let my beloved come into his garden and taste its choicest fruits.

I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.

I have come to my garden, my sister, my bride; I have gathered my myrrh with my spice. I have eaten my honeycomb with my honey; I have drunk my wine with my milk. Eat, O friends, and drink; drink freely, O beloved.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you, if you find my beloved, tell him I am sick with love.

How is your beloved better than others, O most beautiful among women? How is your beloved better than another, that you charge us so?

His mouth is most sweet; he is altogether lovely. This is my beloved, and this is my friend, O daughters of Jerusalem.

Where has your beloved gone, O most beautiful among women? Which way has he turned? We will seek him with you.

Come back, come back, O Shulammite! Come back, come back, that we may gaze upon you. Why do you look at the Shulammite, as on the dance of Mahanaim?

How beautiful are your sandaled feet, O daughter of the prince! The curves of your thighs are like jewels, the handiwork of a master.

How fair and pleasant you are, O love, with your delights!

O that you were to me like a brother who nursed at my mother’s breasts! If I found you outdoors, I would kiss you, and no one would despise me.

O daughters of Jerusalem, I adjure you: Do not arouse or awaken love until the time is right.

But my own vineyard is mine to give; the thousand shekels are for you, O Solomon, and two hundred are for those who tend its fruit.

Listen, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, for the LORD has spoken: “I have raised children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against Me.

Listen, O heavens, and give ear, O earth, for the LORD has spoken: “I have raised children and brought them up, but they have rebelled against Me.

Alas, O sinful nation, a people laden with iniquity, a brood of evildoers, children who act corruptly! They have forsaken the LORD; they have despised the Holy One of Israel and turned their backs on Him.

Come, O house of Jacob, let us walk in the light of the LORD.

Youths oppress My people, and women rule over them. O My people, your guides mislead you; they turn you from your paths.

“And now, O dwellers of Jerusalem and men of Judah, I exhort you to judge between Me and My vineyard.

Then I asked: “How long, O Lord?” And He replied: “Until the cities lie ruined and without inhabitant, until the houses are left unoccupied and the land is desolate and ravaged,

Then Isaiah said, “Hear now, O house of David! Is it not enough to try the patience of men? Will you try the patience of my God as well?

It will pour into Judah, swirling and sweeping over it, reaching up to the neck; its spreading streams will cover your entire land, O Immanuel!

Huddle together, O peoples, and be shattered; pay attention, all you distant lands; prepare for battle, and be shattered; prepare for battle, and be shattered!

Though your people, O Israel, be like the sand of the sea, only a remnant will return. Destruction has been decreed, overflowing with righteousness.

Therefore this is what the Lord GOD of Hosts says: “O My people who dwell in Zion, do not fear Assyria, who strikes you with a rod and lifts his staff against you as the Egyptians did.

Cry aloud, O Daughter of Gallim! Listen, O Laishah! O wretched Anathoth!

Cry aloud, O Daughter of Gallim! Listen, O Laishah! O wretched Anathoth!

Cry aloud, O Daughter of Gallim! Listen, O Laishah! O wretched Anathoth!

In that day you will say: “O LORD, I will praise You. Although You were angry with me, Your anger has turned away, and You have comforted me.

Cry out and sing, O citizen of Zion, for great among you is the Holy One of Israel.”

How you have fallen from heaven, O day star, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the ground, O destroyer of nations.

How you have fallen from heaven, O day star, son of the dawn! You have been cut down to the ground, O destroyer of nations.

Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt away, all you Philistines! For a cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there are no stragglers in its ranks.

Wail, O gate! Cry out, O city! Melt away, all you Philistines! For a cloud of smoke comes from the north, and there are no stragglers in its ranks.

A dire vision is declared to me: “The traitor still betrays, and the destroyer still destroys. Go up, O Elam! Lay siege, O Media! I will put an end to all her groaning.”

A dire vision is declared to me: “The traitor still betrays, and the destroyer still destroys. Go up, O Elam! Lay siege, O Media! I will put an end to all her groaning.”

They prepare a table, they lay out a carpet, they eat, they drink! Rise up, O princes, oil the shields!

O my people, crushed on the threshing floor, I tell you what I have heard from the LORD of Hosts, the God of Israel.

This is the burden against Arabia: In the thickets of Arabia you must lodge, O caravans of Dedanites.

Bring water for the thirsty, O dwellers of Tema; meet the refugees with food.

O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.

O city of commotion, O town of revelry? Your slain did not die by the sword, nor were they killed in battle.

Look, O mighty man! The LORD is about to shake you violently. He will take hold of you,

This is the burden against Tyre: Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for Tyre is laid waste, without house or harbor. Word has reached them from the land of Cyprus.

Be silent, O dwellers of the coastland, you merchants of Sidon, whose traders have crossed the sea.

Be ashamed, O Sidon, the stronghold of the sea, for the sea has spoken: “I have not been in labor or given birth. I have not raised young men or brought up young women.”

Cross over to Tarshish; wail, O inhabitants of the coastland!

Cultivate your land like the Nile, O Daughter of Tarshish; there is no longer a harbor.

He said, “You shall rejoice no more, O oppressed Virgin Daughter of Sidon. Get up and cross over to Cyprus—even there you will find no rest.”

Wail, O ships of Tarshish, for your harbor has been destroyed!

“Take up your harp, stroll through the city, O forgotten harlot. Make sweet melody, sing many a song, so you will be remembered.”