Sing to God! Sing praises to his name! Exalt the one who rides on the clouds! For the Lord is his name! Rejoice before him!

For the music director; according to the tune of “Lilies;” by David. Deliver me, O God, for the water has reached my neck.

so that the next generation, children yet to be born, might know about them. They will grow up and tell their descendants about them.

I will listen to what God the Lord says. For he will make peace with his people, his faithful followers. Yet they must not return to their foolish ways.

The Lord is God and he has delivered us. Tie the offering with ropes to the horns of the altar!

Grab me and rescue me from the power of foreigners, who speak lies, and make false promises.

The Lord gives sight to the blind. The Lord lifts up all who are bent over. The Lord loves the godly.

When you walk about, they will guide you; when you lie down, they will watch over you; when you wake up, they will talk to you.

lest I become satisfied and act deceptively and say, “Who is the Lord?” Or lest I become poor and steal and demean the name of my God.

No one remembers the former events, nor will anyone remember the events that are yet to happen; they will not be remembered by the future generations.

Next, I decided to consider wisdom, as well as foolish behavior and ideas. For what more can the king’s successor do than what the king has already done?

One dead fly makes the perfumer’s ointment give off a rancid stench, so a little folly can outweigh much wisdom.

Its posts were made of silver; its back was made of gold. Its seat was upholstered with purple wool; its interior was inlaid with leather by the maidens of Jerusalem.

Indeed, the Lord who commands armies has planned a day of judgment, for all the high and mighty, for all who are proud – they will be humiliated;

They called out to one another, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord who commands armies! His majestic splendor fills the entire earth!”

Here is why this will be so: Before the child knows how to reject evil and choose what is right, the land whose two kings you fear will be desolate.

A baby will play over the hole of a snake; over the nest of a serpent an infant will put his hand.

We have heard about Moab’s pride, their great arrogance, their boasting, pride, and excess. But their boastful claims are empty!

For this is what the sovereign master has told me: “Within exactly one year all the splendor of Kedar will come to an end.

So I say: “Don’t look at me! I am weeping bitterly. Don’t try to console me concerning the destruction of my defenseless people.”