He led them on a level road, that they might find a city in which to live.

I am fading away like a shadow at the end of the day; I am shaken off like a locust.

I did not harm them, but they hid a net to catch me and dug a pit to trap me.

But then the Lord awoke from his sleep; he was like a warrior in a drunken rage.

We escaped with our lives, like a bird from a hunter’s snare. The snare broke, and we escaped.

Deliverance goes before him, and prepares a pathway for him.

He granted their request, then struck them with a disease.

I say, “I wish I had wings like a dove! I would fly away and settle in a safe place!

Though a thousand may fall beside you, and a multitude on your right side, it will not reach you.

Written by the Korahites; a psalm, a song. The Lord’s city is in the holy hills.

ב (Bet) How can a young person maintain a pure life? By guarding it according to your instructions!

He is like a lion that wants to tear its prey to bits, like a young lion crouching in hidden places.

O God, I will sing a new song to you! Accompanied by a ten-stringed instrument, I will sing praises to you,

God is a just judge; he is angry throughout the day.

Sing to him a new song! Play skillfully as you shout out your praises to him!

Indeed, you are my shelter, a strong tower that protects me from the enemy.

The mountain of Bashan is a towering mountain; the mountain of Bashan is a mountain with many peaks.

A slanderer will not endure on the earth; calamity will hunt down a violent man and strike him down.

A psalm of David. Lord, who may be a guest in your home? Who may live on your holy hill?

They have prepared a net to trap me; I am discouraged. They have dug a pit for me. They will fall into it! (Selah)