31 Jehovah, how have my distresses multiplied! Many are rising up against me. 2 Many are saying of my soul, 'There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah. 3 And Thou, O Jehovah, 'art' a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.
4 My voice 'is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah. 5 I—I have lain down, and I sleep, I have waked, for Jehovah sustaineth me. 6 I am not afraid of myriads of people, That round about they have set against me. 7 Rise, O Jehovah! save me, my God. Because Thou hast smitten All mine enemies 'on' the cheek. The teeth of the wicked Thou hast broken. 8 Of Jehovah 'is' this salvation; On Thy people 'is' Thy blessing! Selah.
41 In my calling answer Thou me, O God of my righteousness. In adversity Thou gavest enlargement to me; Favour me, and hear my prayer. 2 Sons of men! till when 'is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah. 3 And know ye that Jehovah Hath separated a saintly one to Himself. Jehovah heareth in my calling to Him. 4 'Tremble ye, and do not sin;' Say ye 'thus' in your heart on your bed, And be ye silent. Selah. 5 Sacrifice ye sacrifices of righteousness, And trust ye unto Jehovah.
6 Many are saying, 'Who doth show us good?' Lift on us the light of Thy face, O Jehovah, 7 Thou hast given joy in my heart, From the time their corn and their wine Have been multiplied. 8 In peace together I lie down and sleep, For Thou, O Jehovah, alone, In confidence dost cause me to dwell!
121 Save, Jehovah, for the saintly hath failed, For the stedfast have ceased From the sons of men: 2 Vanity they speak each with his neighbour, Lip of flattery! With heart and heart they speak. 3 Jehovah doth cut off all lips of flattery, A tongue speaking great things, 4 Who said, 'By our tongue we do mightily: Our lips 'are' our own; who 'is' lord over us?' 5 Because of the spoiling of the poor, Because of the groaning of the needy, Now do I arise, saith Jehovah, I set in safety 'him who' doth breathe for it. 6 Sayings of Jehovah 'are' pure sayings; Silver tried in a furnace of earth refined sevenfold. 7 Thou, O Jehovah, dost preserve them, Thou keepest us from this generation to the age. 8 Around the wicked walk continually, According as vileness is exalted by sons of men!
131 Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me?—for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me? 2 Till when do I set counsels in my soul? Sorrow inn my heart daily? Till when is mine enemy exalted over me? 3 Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death, 4 Lest mine enemy say, 'I overcame him,' Mine adversaries joy when I am moved. 5 And I, in Thy kindness I have trusted, Rejoice doth my heart in Thy salvation. 6 I do sing to Jehovah, For He hath conferred benefits upon me!
281 By David. Unto Thee, O Jehovah, I call, My rock, be not silent to me! Lest Thou be silent to me, And I have been compared With those going down to the pit. 2 Hear the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee, In my lifting up my hands toward thy holy oracle. 3 Draw me not with the wicked, And with workers of iniquity, Speaking peace with their neighbours, And evil in their heart. 4 Give to them according to their acting, And according to the evil of their doings. According to the work of their hands give to them. Return their deed to them. 5 For they attend not to the doing of Jehovah, And unto the work of His hands. He throweth them down, And doth not build them up.
6 Blessed 'is' Jehovah, For He hath heard the voice of my supplications. 7 Jehovah 'is' my strength, and my shield, In Him my heart trusted, and I have been helped. And my heart exulteth, And with my song I thank Him. 8 Jehovah 'is' strength to him, Yea, the strength of the salvation of His anointed 'is' He. 9 Save Thy people, and bless Thine inheritance, And feed them, and carry them to the age!
551 To the Overseer with stringed instruments.—An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, 'to' my prayer, And hide not from my supplication. 2 Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise, 3 Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me. 4 My heart is pained within me, And terrors of death have fallen on me. 5 Fear and trembling come in to me, And horror doth cover me. 6 And I say, 'Who doth give to me a pinion as a dove? I fly away and rest, 7 Lo, I move far off, I lodge in a wilderness. Selah. 8 I hasten escape for myself, From a rushing wind, from a whirlwind.
9 Swallow up, O Lord, divide their tongue, For I saw violence and strife in a city. 10 By day and by night they go round it, on its walls. Both iniquity and perverseness 'are' in its midst, 11 Mischiefs 'are' in its midst. Fraud and deceit depart not from its street. 12 For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear 'it', He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him. 13 But thou, a man—as mine equal, My familiar friend, and mine acquaintance. 14 When together we sweeten counsel, Into the house of God we walk in company. 15 Desolations 'are' upon them, They go down 'to' Sheol—alive, For wickedness 'is' in their dwelling, in their midst.
16 I—to God I call, and Jehovah saveth me. 17 Evening, and morning, and noon, I meditate, and make a noise, and He heareth my voice, 18 He hath ransomed in peace my soul From him who is near to me, For with the multitude they were with me. 19 God doth hear and afflict them, And He sitteth of old. Selah. Because they have no changes, and fear not God, 20 He hath sent forth his hands against his well-wishers, He hath polluted his covenant. 21 Sweeter than honey hath been his mouth, And his heart 'is' war! Softer have been his words than oil, And they 'are' drawn 'swords'. 22 Cast on Jehovah that which He hath given thee, And He doth sustain thee, He doth not suffer for ever the moving of the righteous. 23 And Thou, O God, dost bring them down To a pit of destruction, Men of blood and deceit reach not to half their days, And I—I do trust in Thee!
