The hungry eat up his harvest, and take it even from behind the thorns, and the thirsty swallow up their fortune.

My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.

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

“Why are times not appointed by the Almighty? Why do those who know him not see his days?

When I went out to the city gate and secured my seat in the public square,

Inside I am like wine which has no outlet, like new wineskins ready to burst!

For he adds transgression to his sin; in our midst he claps his hands, and multiplies his words against God.”

All who see me taunt me; they mock me and shake their heads.

Listen, O princess! Observe and pay attention! Forget your homeland and your family!

For the music director, a psalm by the Korahites. Listen to this, all you nations! Pay attention, all you inhabitants of the world!

I will learn a song that imparts wisdom; I will then sing my insightful song to the accompaniment of a harp.

Before the kindling is even placed under your pots, he will sweep it away along with both the raw and cooked meat.

For the music director; to be played on a stringed instrument; written by David. O God, hear my cry for help! Pay attention to my prayer!

You destroyed the sea by your strength; you shattered the heads of the sea monster in the water.

A well-written song by Asaph. Pay attention, my people, to my instruction! Listen to the words I speak!

A song, a psalm of Asaph. O God, do not be silent! Do not ignore us! Do not be inactive, O God!

A prayer of David. Listen O Lord! Answer me! For I am oppressed and needy.

The king authorized his release; the ruler of nations set him free.

He generously gives to the needy; his integrity endures. He will be vindicated and honored.

My eyes anticipate the nighttime hours, so that I can meditate on your word.