Have mercy on me, for I am in distress! My eyes grow dim from suffering. I have lost my strength.

Do not let those who are my enemies for no reason gloat over me! Do not let those who hate me without cause carry out their wicked schemes!

My heart beats quickly; my strength leaves me; I can hardly see.

When you did these things, I was silent, so you thought I was exactly like you. But now I will condemn you and state my case against you!

Against you – you above all – I have sinned; I have done what is evil in your sight. So you are just when you confront me; you are right when you condemn me.

He rules by his power forever; he watches the nations. Stubborn rebels should not exalt themselves. (Selah)

I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore; my eyes grow tired of looking for my God.

Why should the nations say, “Where is their God?” Before our very eyes may the shed blood of your servants be avenged among the nations!

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.

Yes, in your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday that quickly passes, or like one of the divisions of the nighttime.

I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me; I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me.

Does the one who makes the human ear not hear? Does the one who forms the human eye not see?

I will not even consider doing what is dishonest. I hate doing evil; I will have no part of it.

I will destroy anyone who slanders his neighbor in secret. I will not tolerate anyone who has a cocky demeanor and an arrogant attitude.

I will favor the honest people of the land, and allow them to live with me. Those who walk in the way of integrity will attend me.

Deceitful people will not live in my palace. Liars will not be welcome in my presence.

Yes, Lord, you rescued my life from death, and kept my feet from stumbling.

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

Your eyes saw me when I was inside the womb. All the days ordained for me were recorded in your scroll before one of them came into existence.

Surely I am looking to you, O sovereign Lord. In you I take shelter. Do not expose me to danger!