But evil men will die; the Lord’s enemies will be incinerated – they will go up in smoke.

This collection of the prayers of David son of Jesse ends here.

My eyes grow tired as I wait for your promise to be fulfilled. I say, “When will you comfort me?”

My eyes grow tired as I wait for your deliverance, for your reliable promise to be fulfilled.

The Lord’s shout bends the large trees and strips the leaves from the forests. Everyone in his temple says, “Majestic!”

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

Everyone rejects God; they are all morally corrupt. None of them does what is right, not even one!

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

For my days go up in smoke, and my bones are charred like a fireplace.