I was in peace, and he has shattered me. He has seized me by the neck and crushed me. He has made me his target;

His memory perishes from the earth, he has no name in the land.

He has neither children nor descendants among his people, no survivor in those places he once stayed.

If you say, ‘How we will pursue him, since the root of the trouble is found in him!’

No one denounces his conduct to his face; no one repays him for what he has done.

The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.

Like wild donkeys in the desert they go out to their labor, seeking diligently for food; the wasteland provides food for them and for their children.

If you sin, how does it affect God? If your transgressions are many, what does it do to him?

If you are righteous, what do you give to God, or what does he receive from your hand?

How much less, then, when you say that you do not perceive him, that the case is before him and you are waiting for him!

Should he be informed that I want to speak? If a man speaks, surely he would be swallowed up!

For the hills bring it food, where all the wild animals play.

I will not keep silent about its limbs, and the extent of its might, and the grace of its arrangement.

Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones become like chaff to it.

Many say about me, “God will not deliver him.” (Selah)

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

The earth heaved and shook; the roots of the mountains trembled; they heaved because he was angry.

You grant him his heart’s desire; you do not refuse his request. (Selah)

He asked you to sustain his life, and you have granted him long life and an enduring dynasty.

How blessed is the one whose wrongdoing the Lord does not punish, in whose spirit there is no deceit.