You must not plow with an ox and a donkey harnessed together.

But you take notice, Lord! O Lord, do not remain far away from me!

For the music director, a psalm of David. O God whom I praise, do not ignore me!

A song, a psalm of Asaph. O God, do not be silent! Do not ignore us! Do not be inactive, O God!

Do not plot evil against your neighbor when he dwells by you unsuspectingly.

Therefore, because of you, Zion will be plowed up like a field, Jerusalem will become a heap of ruins, and the Temple Mount will become a hill overgrown with brush!

The Israelites said to Samuel, “Keep crying out to the Lord our God so that he may save us from the hand of the Philistines!”

By David. To you, O Lord, I cry out! My protector, do not ignore me! If you do not respond to me, I will join those who are descending into the grave.

Hear my prayer, O Lord! Listen to my cry for help! Do not ignore my sobbing! For I am dependent on you, like one residing outside his native land; I am at your mercy, just as all my ancestors were.

“Micah from Moresheth prophesied during the time Hezekiah was king of Judah. He told all the people of Judah, ‘The Lord who rules over all says, “Zion will become a plowed field. Jerusalem will become a pile of rubble. The temple mount will become a mere wooded ridge.”’