For no one remembers you in the realm of death, In Sheol who gives you thanks?

His mouth is full of curses and deceptive, harmful words; his tongue injures and destroys.

Sing to the Lord, you faithful followers of his; give thanks to his holy name.

He piles up the water of the sea; he puts the oceans in storehouses.

Certainly zeal for your house consumes me; I endure the insults of those who insult you.

He rained down manna for them to eat; he gave them the grain of heaven.

Equity and justice are the foundation of your throne. Loyal love and faithfulness characterize your rule.

You are aware of our sins; you even know about our hidden sins.

You exalt my horn like that of a wild ox. I am covered with fresh oil.

Dark clouds surround him; equity and justice are the foundation of his throne.

Let Israel rejoice in their Creator! Let the people of Zion delight in their king!

When a wicked person dies, his expectation perishes, and the hope of his strength perishes.

Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but a longing fulfilled is like a tree of life.

Better is little with the fear of the Lord than great wealth and turmoil with it.

The Lord works everything for its own ends – even the wicked for the day of disaster.

The delight of kings is righteous counsel, and they love the one who speaks uprightly.

If you stop listening to instruction, my child, you will stray from the words of knowledge.

for the evil person has no future, and the lamp of the wicked will be extinguished.

Consider the work of God: For who can make straight what he has bent?

Your two breasts are like two fawns, twins of the gazelle grazing among the lilies.