I mention Rahab and Babylon to my followers. Here are Philistia and Tyre, along with Ethiopia. It is said of them, “This one was born there.”

A song of ascents, by David. Look! How good and how pleasant it is when brothers live together!

For look, the wicked prepare their bows, they put their arrows on the strings, to shoot in the darkness at the morally upright.

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.

For look, they wait to ambush me; powerful men stalk me, but not because I have rebelled or sinned, O Lord.

Look, as the eyes of servants look to the hand of their master, as the eyes of a female servant look to the hand of her mistress, so my eyes will look to the Lord, our God, until he shows us favor.

A song of ascents. Attention! Praise the Lord, all you servants of the Lord, who serve in the Lord’s temple during the night.