The wild boars of the forest ruin it; the insects of the field feed on it.

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

For the Lord vindicates his people, and has compassion on his servants.

If I were to fly away on the wings of the dawn, and settle down on the other side of the sea,

Turn toward me and have mercy on me, for I am alone and oppressed!

Hear, O Lord, and have mercy on me! O Lord, deliver me!”

Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I cry out to you all day long!

You squeeze me in from behind and in front; you place your hand on me.

He established the earth on its foundations; it will never be upended.

I will present a thank offering to you, and call on the name of the Lord.

He will descend like rain on the mown grass, like showers that drench the earth.

Turn toward me and have mercy on me! Give your servant your strength! Deliver your slave!

I called on the name of the Lord, “Please Lord, rescue my life!”

I will celebrate my deliverance, and call on the name of the Lord.

They were destroyed at Endor; their corpses were like manure on the ground.

Fire goes before him; on every side it burns up his enemies.

Then I would not be ashamed, if I were focused on all your commands.

He turned the sea into dry land; they passed through the river on foot. Let us rejoice in him there!

A song of ascents, by David. “If the Lord had not been on our side” – let Israel say this! –

and lays the beams of the upper rooms of his palace on the rain clouds. He makes the clouds his chariot, and travels along on the wings of the wind.