Guide me into your truth and teach me. For you are the God who delivers me; on you I rely all day long.

Those who seek my life try to entrap me; those who want to harm me speak destructive words; all day long they say deceitful things.

All day long my tongue will also tell about your justice, for those who want to harm me will be embarrassed and ashamed.

Remember, O Lord, what the Edomites did on the day Jerusalem fell. They said, “Tear it down, tear it down, right to its very foundation!”

even the darkness is not too dark for you to see, and the night is as bright as day; darkness and light are the same to you.

My God, I cry out during the day, but you do not answer, and during the night my prayers do not let up.

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.

May he live! May they offer him gold from Sheba! May they continually pray for him! May they pronounce blessings on him all day long!

He led them with a cloud by day, and with the light of a fire all night long.

My enemies’ taunts cut into me to the bone, as they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”

He will surely give me shelter in the day of danger; he will hide me in his home; he will place me on an inaccessible rocky summit.

The king says, “I will announce the Lord’s decree. He said to me: ‘You are my son! This very day I have become your father!

By day the Lord decrees his loyal love, and by night he gives me a song, a prayer to the living God.

A psalm; a song for the Sabbath day. It is fitting to thank the Lord, and to sing praises to your name, O sovereign One!

Look, you make my days short-lived, and my life span is nothing from your perspective. Surely all people, even those who seem secure, are nothing but vapor.

Certainly spending just one day in your temple courts is better than spending a thousand elsewhere. I would rather stand at the entrance to the temple of my God than live in the tents of the wicked.

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

The days of our lives add up to seventy years, or eighty, if one is especially strong. But even one’s best years are marred by trouble and oppression. Yes, they pass quickly and we fly away.

For the music director; according to the yonath-elem-rechovim style; a prayer of David, written when the Philistines captured him in Gath. Have mercy on me, O God, for men are attacking me! All day long hostile enemies are tormenting me.

A song, a psalm written by the Korahites; for the music director; according to the machalath-leannoth style; a well-written song by Heman the Ezrachite. O Lord God who delivers me! By day I cry out and at night I pray before you.