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.

Listen to me! Quickly deliver me! Be my protector and refuge, a stronghold where I can be safe!

I jumped to conclusions and said, “I am cut off from your presence!” But you heard my plea for mercy when I cried out to you for help.

Do not be like an unintelligent horse or mule, which will not obey you unless they are controlled by a bridle and bit.

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.

How blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord and does not seek help from the proud or from liars!

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 cannot eat, I weep day and night; all day long they say to me, “Where is your God?”

Pour out your anger on the nations that do not acknowledge you, on the kingdoms that do not pray to you!

For the music director; according to the shushan-eduth style; a psalm of Asaph. O shepherd of Israel, pay attention, you who lead Joseph like a flock of sheep! You who sit enthroned above the winged angels, reveal your splendor!

I desperately want to be in the courts of the Lord’s temple. My heart and my entire being shout for joy to the living God.

The prayer of an oppressed man, as he grows faint and pours out his lament before the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer! Pay attention to my cry for help!

Do not ignore me in my time of trouble! Listen to me! When I call out to you, quickly answer me!

I will bow down toward your holy temple, and give thanks to your name, because of your loyal love and faithfulness, for you have exalted your promise above the entire sky.

May I hear about your loyal love in the morning, for I trust in you. Show me the way I should go, because I long for you.

till an arrow pierces his liver – like a bird hurrying into a trap, and he does not know that it will cost him his life.

if he should live a thousand years twice, yet does not enjoy his prosperity. For both of them die!

But whoever is among the living has hope; a live dog is better than a dead lion.

There was once a small city with a few men in it, and a mighty king attacked it, besieging it and building strong siege works against it.

before the silver cord is removed, or the golden bowl is broken, or the pitcher is shattered at the well, or the water wheel is broken at the cistern –