Make your servant glad, for to you, O Lord, I pray!

I am oppressed and have been on the verge of death since my youth. I have been subjected to your horrors and am numb with pain.

They will lift you up in their hands, so you will not slip and fall on a stone.

Rise up, O judge of the earth! Pay back the proud!

Ascribe to the Lord the splendor he deserves! Bring an offering and enter his courts!

because of your anger and raging fury. Indeed, you pick me up and throw me away.

I will lift my hands to your commands, which I love, and I will meditate on your statutes.

A song of ascents. I look up toward you, the one enthroned in heaven.

Many say, “Who can show us anything good?” Smile upon us, Lord!

Stand up angrily, Lord! Rise up with raging fury against my enemies! Wake up for my sake and execute the judgment you have decreed for them!

The one whose deeds are blameless and whose motives are pure, who does not lie, or make promises with no intention of keeping them.

Hear my plea for mercy when I cry out to you for help, when I lift my hands toward your holy temple!

Deliver your people! Empower the nation that belongs to you! Care for them like a shepherd and carry them in your arms at all times!

God says this to the evildoer: “How can you declare my commands, and talk about my covenant?

Indeed, it is not an enemy who insults me, or else I could bear it; it is not one who hates me who arrogantly taunts me, or else I could hide from him.

Sing a song and play the tambourine, the pleasant sounding harp, and the ten-stringed instrument!

Take note, O Lord, of the way your servants are taunted, and of how I must bear so many insults from people!

O Lord our God, you answered them. They found you to be a forgiving God, but also one who punished their sinful deeds.

A song of ascents. I look up toward the hills. From where does my help come?

He does not slander, or do harm to others, or insult his neighbor.