what wise men declare, hiding nothing, from the tradition of their ancestors,

although there is no violence in my hands and my prayer is pure.

Is not your wickedness great and is there no end to your iniquity?

Those who survive him are buried by the plague, and their widows do not mourn for them.

Is it not misfortune for the unjust, and disaster for those who work iniquity?

It is not the aged who are wise, nor old men who understand what is right.

He does not allow the wicked to live, but he gives justice to the poor.

A psalm of David. The Lord is my shepherd, I lack nothing.

The law of their God controls their thinking; their feet do not slip.

But then one passes by, and suddenly they have disappeared! I looked for them, but they could not be found.

I do not need to take a bull from your household or goats from your sheepfolds.

They were not yet filled up, their food was still in their mouths,

Fire consumed their young men, and their virgins remained unmarried.

Their priests fell by the sword, but their widows did not weep.

But you remain; your years do not come to an end.

They quickly forgot what he had done; they did not wait for his instructions.

They rejected the fruitful land; they did not believe his promise.

They grumbled in their tents; they did not obey the Lord.

He blessed them so that they became very numerous. He would not allow their cattle to decrease in number.

The Lord severely punished me, but he did not hand me over to death.