He gave me reason to sing a new song, praising our God. May many see what God has done, so that they might swear allegiance to him and trust in the Lord!

Indeed, the scepter of a wicked king will not settle upon the allotted land of the godly. Otherwise the godly might do what is wrong.

If a person does not repent, God sharpens his sword and prepares to shoot his bow.

I will protect her priests, and her godly people will shout exuberantly.

Realize that the Lord shows the godly special favor; the Lord responds when I cry out to him.

God has countless chariots; they number in the thousands. The Lord comes from Sinai in holy splendor.

O God, arrogant men attack me; a gang of ruthless men, who do not respect you, seek my life.

May our sovereign God extend his favor to us! Make our endeavors successful! Yes, make them successful!

The Lord is God and he has delivered us. Tie the offering with ropes to the horns of the altar!

Let the godly rejoice because of their vindication! Let them shout for joy upon their beds!

For the music director; by David, a psalm, a song. God springs into action! His enemies scatter; his adversaries run from him.

He will pay them back for their sin. He will destroy them because of their evil; the Lord our God will destroy them.

A prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Lord, you have been our protector through all generations!

My God, I cry out during the day, but you do not answer, and during the night my prayers do not let up.

I have been dependent on you since birth; from the time I came out of my mother’s womb you have been my God.

My God, I trust in you. Please do not let me be humiliated; do not let my enemies triumphantly rejoice over me!

The Lord’s shout is heard over the water; the majestic God thunders, the Lord appears over the surging water.

How blessed is the nation whose God is the Lord, the people whom he has chosen to be his special possession.

For the music director; a well-written song by the Korahites. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!

I will pray to God, my high ridge: “Why do you ignore me? Why must I walk around mourning because my enemies oppress me?”