How long must I worry, and suffer in broad daylight? How long will my enemy gloat over me?

All of the thriving people of the earth will join the celebration and worship; all those who are descending into the grave will bow before him, including those who cannot preserve their lives.

For I hear what so many are saying, the terrifying news that comes from every direction. When they plot together against me, they figure out how they can take my life.

For the music director; a well-written song by the Korahites. As a deer longs for streams of water, so I long for you, O God!

I will remember and weep! For I was once walking along with the great throng to the temple of God, shouting and giving thanks along with the crowd as we celebrated the holy festival.

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

I am depressed, so I will pray to you while I am trapped here in the region of the upper Jordan, from Hermon, from Mount Mizar.

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

Why are you depressed, O my soul? Why are you upset? Wait for God! For I will again give thanks to my God for his saving intervention.

For foreigners attack me; ruthless men, who do not respect God, seek my life. (Selah)

when you deliver my life from death. You keep my feet from stumbling, so that I might serve God as I enjoy life.

I am surrounded by lions; I lie down among those who want to devour me; men whose teeth are spears and arrows, whose tongues are a sharp sword.

For look, they wait to ambush me; powerful men stalk me, but not because I have rebelled or sinned, O Lord.

In my time of trouble I sought the Lord. I kept my hand raised in prayer throughout the night. I refused to be comforted.

I desperately want to be in the courts of the Lord’s temple. My heart and my entire being shout for joy to the living God.

May sinners disappear from the earth, and the wicked vanish! Praise the Lord, O my soul! Praise the Lord!

Look to the right and see! No one cares about me. I have nowhere to run; no one is concerned about my life.

Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name. Because of me the godly will assemble, for you will vindicate me.

May I hear about your loyal love in the morning, for I trust in you. Show me the way I should go, because I long for you.

For the music director; according to the al-tashcheth style; a prayer of David, written when he fled from Saul into the cave. Have mercy on me, O God! Have mercy on me! For in you I have taken shelter. In the shadow of your wings I take shelter until trouble passes.