The river’s channels bring joy to the city of God, the special, holy dwelling place of the sovereign One.

Surely one sees that even wise people die; fools and spiritually insensitive people all pass away and leave their wealth to others.

For the music director, Jeduthun; a psalm of David. For God alone I patiently wait; he is the one who delivers me.

They encourage one another to carry out their evil deed. They plan how to hide snares, and boast, “Who will see them?”

Yes, in your eyes a thousand years are like yesterday that quickly passes, or like one of the divisions of the nighttime.

O Lord our God, you answered them. They found you to be a forgiving God, but also one who punished their sinful deeds.

but when the hot wind blows by, it disappears, and one can no longer even spot the place where it once grew.

By David. The Lord, my protector, deserves praise – the one who trains my hands for battle, and my fingers for war,

We do not see any signs of God’s presence; there are no longer any prophets and we have no one to tell us how long this will last.

How blessed is the one who does not follow the advice of the wicked, or stand in the pathway with sinners, or sit in the assembly of scoffers!

The one true God acts in a faithful manner; the Lord’s promise is reliable; he is a shield to all who take shelter in him.

How blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord and does not seek help from the proud or from liars!

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!

I am the Lord, your God, the one who brought you out of the land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide and I will fill it!’

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!

Moses and Aaron were among his priests; Samuel was one of those who prayed to him. They prayed to the Lord and he answered them.

The one who weeps as he walks along, carrying his bag of seed, will certainly come in with a shout of joy, carrying his sheaves of grain.

Indeed, it is not an enemy who insults me, or else I could bear it; it is not one who hates me who arrogantly taunts me, or else I could hide from him.

You have taken notice, for you always see one who inflicts pain and suffering. The unfortunate victim entrusts his cause to you; you deliver the fatherless.

How blessed is the one whom you choose, and allow to live in your palace courts. May we be satisfied with the good things of your house – your holy palace.