811 To the choirmaster: according to The Gittith. A Psalm of Asaph. Sing aloud to God our strength; shout for joy to the God of Jacob! 2 Raise a song, sound the timbrel, the sweet lyre with the harp. 3 Blow the trumpet at the new moon, at the full moon, on our feast day. 4 For it is a statute for Israel, an ordinance of the God of Jacob. 5 He made it a decree in Joseph, when he went out over the land of Egypt. I hear a voice I had not known: 6 "I relieved your shoulder of the burden; your hands were freed from the basket. 7 In distress you called, and I delivered you; I answered you in the secret place of thunder; I tested you at the waters of Mer'ibah. [Selah]
8 Hear, O my people, while I admonish you! O Israel, if you would but listen to me! 9 There shall be no strange god among you; you shall not bow down to a foreign god. 10 I am the Lord your God, who brought you up out of the land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it. 11 "But my people did not listen to my voice; Israel would have none of me. 12 So I gave them over to their stubborn hearts, to follow their own counsels. 13 O that my people would listen to me, that Israel would walk in my ways! 14 I would soon subdue their enemies, and turn my hand against their foes. 15 Those who hate the Lord would cringe toward him, and their fate would last for ever. 16 I would feed you with the finest of the wheat, and with honey from the rock I would satisfy you."
881 A Song. A Psalm of the Sons of Korah. To the choirmaster: according to Mahalath Leannoth. A Maskil of Heman the Ezrahite. O Lord, my God, I call for help by day; I cry out in the night before thee. 2 Let my prayer come before thee, incline thy ear to my cry! 3 For my soul is full of troubles, and my life draws near to Sheol. 4 I am reckoned among those who go down to the Pit; I am a man who has no strength, 5 like one forsaken among the dead, like the slain that lie in the grave, like those whom thou dost remember no more, for they are cut off from thy hand. 6 Thou hast put me in the depths of the Pit, in the regions dark and deep. 7 Thy wrath lies heavy upon me, and thou dost overwhelm me with all thy waves. [Selah] 8 Thou hast caused my companions to shun me; thou hast made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape; 9 my eye grows dim through sorrow. Every day I call upon thee, O Lord; I spread out my hands to thee.
10 Dost thou work wonders for the dead? Do the shades rise up to praise thee? [Selah] 11 Is thy steadfast love declared in the grave, or thy faithfulness in Abaddon? 12 Are thy wonders known in the darkness, or thy saving help in the land of forgetfulness? 13 But I, O Lord, cry to thee; in the morning my prayer comes before thee. 14 O Lord, why dost thou cast me off? Why dost thou hide thy face from me? 15 Afflicted and close to death from my youth up, I suffer thy terrors; I am helpless. 16 Thy wrath has swept over me; thy dread assaults destroy me. 17 They surround me like a flood all day long; they close in upon me together. 18 Thou hast caused lover and friend to shun me; my companions are in darkness.
921 A Psalm. A Song for the Sabbath. It is good to give thanks to the Lord, to sing praises to thy name, O Most High; 2 to declare thy steadfast love in the morning, and thy faithfulness by night, 3 to the music of the lute and the harp, to the melody of the lyre. 4 For thou, O Lord, hast made me glad by thy work; at the works of thy hands I sing for joy. 5 How great are thy works, O Lord! Thy thoughts are very deep! 6 The dull man cannot know, the stupid cannot understand this:
7 that, though the wicked sprout like grass and all evildoers flourish, they are doomed to destruction for ever, 8 but thou, O Lord, art on high for ever. 9 For, lo, thy enemies, O Lord, for, lo, thy enemies shall perish; all evildoers shall be scattered. 10 But thou hast exalted my horn like that of the wild ox; thou hast poured over me fresh oil. 11 My eyes have seen the downfall of my enemies, my ears have heard the doom of my evil assailants. 12 The righteous flourish like the palm tree, and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. 13 They are planted in the house of the Lord, they flourish in the courts of our God. 14 They still bring forth fruit in old age, they are ever full of sap and green, 15 to show that the Lord is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him.
931 The Lord reigns; he is robed in majesty; the Lord is robed, he is girded with strength. Yea, the world is established; it shall never be moved; 2 thy throne is established from of old; thou art from everlasting. 3 The floods have lifted up, O Lord, the floods have lifted up their voice, the floods lift up their roaring. 4 Mightier than the thunders of many waters, mightier than the waves of the sea, the Lord on high is mighty! 5 Thy decrees are very sure; holiness befits thy house, O Lord, for evermore.
