As for the actions of people – just as you have commanded, I have not followed in the footsteps of violent men.

By the Lord’s decree the heavens were made; by a mere word from his mouth all the stars in the sky were created.

I thirst for God, for the living God. I say, “When will I be able to go and appear in God’s presence?”

You are the most handsome of all men! You speak in an impressive and fitting manner! For this reason God grants you continual blessings.

For the music director; by the Korahites; a psalm. All you nations, clap your hands! Shout out to God in celebration!

For every wild animal in the forest belongs to me, as well as the cattle that graze on a thousand hills.

My eyes grow weak because of oppression. I call out to you, O Lord, all day long; I spread out my hands in prayer to you.

The Lord God of Israel deserves praise, in the future and forevermore. Let all the people say, “We agree! Praise the Lord!”

From the most remote place on earth I call out to you in my despair. Lead me up to an inaccessible rocky summit!

He sent his anger in full force; he did not spare them from death; he handed their lives over to destruction.

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.

For the music director; according to the shushan-eduth style; a prayer of David written to instruct others. It was written when he fought against Aram Naharaim and Aram-Zobah. That was when Joab turned back and struck down 12,000 Edomites in the Valley of Salt. O God, you have rejected us. You suddenly turned on us in your anger. Please restore us!

Because of all my enemies, people disdain me; my neighbors are appalled by my suffering – those who know me are horrified by my condition; those who see me in the street run away from me.

You answer our prayers by performing awesome acts of deliverance, O God, our savior. All the ends of the earth trust in you, as well as those living across the wide seas.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine in the inner rooms of your house; your children will be like olive branches, as they sit all around your table.

May his fame endure! May his dynasty last as long as the sun remains in the sky! May they use his name when they formulate their blessings! May all nations consider him to be favored by God!

May there be an abundance of grain in the earth; on the tops of the mountains may it sway! May its fruit trees flourish like the forests of Lebanon! May its crops be as abundant as the grass of the earth!

For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan. My strength fails me because of my sin, and my bones become brittle.

For the music director; according to the yonath-elem-rechovim style; a prayer of David, written when the Philistines captured him in Gath. Have mercy on me, O God, for men are attacking me! All day long hostile enemies are tormenting me.

their troubles multiply, they desire other gods. I will not pour out drink offerings of blood to their gods, nor will I make vows in the name of their gods.