O Jehovah, I have called upon You; hasten to me.
Give ear to my voice when I call out to You.

Let my prayer be set before You as incense,
The lifting up of my hands as the evening offering.

Set a watch, O Jehovah, before my mouth;
Keep the door of my lips.

Do not let my heart turn to anything evil,
To practice deeds of wickedness
With men who commit iniquity;
And let me not eat of their delicacies.

Let the righteous strike me in kindness and reprove me;
Let not my head refuse oil upon the head,
For still my prayer is against their evil deeds.

Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock,
And they hear my words, that they are pleasant.

As when one plows and breaks up the earth,
Our bones are scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

For my eyes are upon You, O Jehovah Lord;
In You I take refuge; do not pour out my soul.

Keep me from the trap they have set for me
And from the snares of the workers of iniquity.

May the wicked  ¹fall into their own nets
While I alone pass by.

A  ¹Maschil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer

With my voice I cry to Jehovah;
With my voice I make my supplication to Jehovah.

I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare my trouble before Him.

When my spirit fainted within me,
You knew my path.
On the way on which I walked
They have hidden a trap for me.

Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who regards me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for me.

I cried to You, O Jehovah;
I said, You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.

Give heed to my cry,
For I have been brought very low;
Deliver me from those who persecute me,
For they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may give thanks to Your name.
The righteous will surround me,
For You will deal bountifully with me.

A Psalm of David

O Jehovah, hear my prayer;
Give ear to my supplications;
Answer me in Your faithfulness and in Your righteousness;

And do not enter into judgment with Your servant,
For no one alive is righteous in Your sight.

For the enemy has persecuted my soul;
He has crushed my life down to the ground;
He has caused me to dwell in dark places, like those who have been long dead.

Therefore my spirit faints within me;
My heart is appalled in the midst of me.

I remember the days of old;
I meditate upon all that You have done;
I muse upon the work of Your hands.

I spread out my hands to You;
My soul thirsts for You like a parched land. Selah

Hurry and answer me, O Jehovah;
My spirit fails.
Do not hide Your face from me,
Lest I become like those who go down into the pit.

Cause me to hear Your lovingkindness in the morning,
For in You I trust.
Make known to me the way on which I should walk,
For to You I lift up my soul.

Deliver me from my enemies, O Jehovah;
 ¹I have fled to You for a refuge.

Teach me to do Your will,
For You are my God;
Let Your good Spirit lead me
In a plain country.

For Your name's sake, O Jehovah, preserve me alive;
In Your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble.

And in Your lovingkindness  ¹cut off my enemies
And destroy all those who oppress my soul,
For I am Your servant.

Of David

Blessed be Jehovah my rock,
Who teaches my hands for war
And my fingers for battle:

My Lord of lovingkindness and my fortress,
My high retreat and my Deliverer,
My shield and He in whom I take refuge,
Who subdues my people under me.

O Jehovah, what is man, that You take knowledge of him,
And the son of mortal man, that You think of him?

Man is like a breath;
His days are like a passing shadow.

O Jehovah, bow Your heavens down and descend;
Touch the mountains, and they will smoke.

Flash forth lightning, and scatter them;
Send forth Your arrows, and discomfit them.

Stretch forth Your hand from on high;
Rescue me and deliver me
From the great waters,
From the hand of foreigners;

Whose mouth speaks deceit,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

O God, I will sing a new song to You;
Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing psalms to You,

Who gives salvation to kings,
Who rescues David His servant from the hurtful sword.

Rescue me and deliver me from the hand of foreigners,
Whose mouth speaks deceit,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

 ¹May our sons be like plants
Grown up in their youth;
May our daughters be like corner pillars
Hewn out in fashion for a palace;

May our barns be full,
Furnishing produce of all kinds;
May our sheep bring forth thousands
And ten thousands in our fields;

May our oxen be fully laden;
May there be no breaking in to rob or going forth to fight,
Or outcry in our streets.

Blessed are the people who are so;
Blessed are the people whose God is Jehovah.