⁴ My soul is among lions. I lie among those who are set on fire, even the sons of men, whose teeth are spears and arrows, and their tongue a sharp sword.

⁵ Be exalted, God, above the heavens! Let your glory be above all the earth!

⁶ They have prepared a net for my steps. My soul is bowed down. They dig a pit before me. They fall into its midst themselves. Selah.

⁷ My heart is steadfast, God, My heart is steadfast. I will sing, yes, I will sing praises.

⁸ Wake up, my glory! Wake up, psaltery and harp! I will Wake up the dawn.

⁹ I will give thanks to you, Lord, among the peoples. I will sing praises to you among the nations.

¹⁰ For your great loving kindness reaches to the heavens, and your truth to the skies.

¹¹ Be exalted, God, above the heavens. Let your glory be over all the earth. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David.

¹ Do you indeed speak righteousness, silent ones? Do you judge blamelessly, you sons of men?

² No, in your heart you plot injustice. You measure out the violence of your hands in the earth.

³ The wicked go astray from the womb. They are wayward as soon as they are born, speaking lies.

⁴ Their poison is like the poison of a snake; like a deaf cobra that stops its ear,

⁵ which doesn't listen to the voice of charmers, no matter how skillful the charmer may be.

⁶ Break their teeth, God, in their mouth. Break out the great teeth of the young lions, Yahweh.

⁷ Let them vanish as water that flows away. When they draw the bow, let their arrows be made blunt.

⁸ Let them be like a snail which melts and passes away, like the stillborn child, who has not seen the sun.

⁹ Before your pots can feel the heat of the thorns, he will sweep away the green and the burning alike.

¹⁰ The righteous shall rejoice when he sees the vengeance. He shall wash his feet in the blood of the wicked;

¹¹ so that men shall say, "Most certainly there is a reward for the righteous. Most certainly there is a God who judges the earth." For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "Do Not Destroy." A poem by David, when Saul sent, and they watched the house to kill him.

¹ Deliver me from my enemies, my God. Set me on high from those who rise up against me.

² Deliver me from the workers of iniquity. Save me from the bloodthirsty men.

³ For, behold, they lie in wait for my soul. The mighty gather themselves together against me, not for my disobedience, nor for my sin, Yahweh.

⁴ I have done no wrong, yet they are ready to attack me. Rise up, behold, and help me!

⁵ You, Yahweh God of Armies, the God of Israel, rouse yourself to punish the nations. Show no mercy to the wicked traitors. Selah.

⁶ They return at evening, howling like dogs, and prowl around the city.

⁷ Behold, they spew with their mouth. Swords are in their lips, "For," they say, "who hears us?"

⁸ But you, Yahweh, laugh at them. You scoff at all the nations.

⁹ Oh, my Strength, I watch for you, for God is my high tower.

¹⁰ My God will go before me with his loving kindness. God will let me look at my enemies in triumph.

¹¹ Don't kill them, or my people may forget. Scatter them by your power, and bring them down, Lord our shield.

¹² For the sin of their mouth, and the words of their lips, let them be caught in their pride, for the curses and lies which they utter.

¹³ Consume them in wrath. Consume them, and they will be no more. Let them know that God rules in Jacob, to the ends of the earth. Selah.

¹⁴ At evening let them return. Let them howl like a dog, and go around the city.

¹⁵ They shall wander up and down for food, and wait all night if they aren't satisfied.

¹⁶ But I will sing of your strength. Yes, I will sing aloud of your loving kindness in the morning. For you have been my high tower, a refuge in the day of my distress.

¹⁷ To you, my strength, I will sing praises. For God is my high tower, the God of my mercy. For the Chief Musician. To the tune of "The Lily of the Covenant." A teaching poem by David, when he fought with Aram Naharaim and with Aram Zobah, and Joab returned, and killed twelve thousand of Edom in the Valley of Salt.

¹ God, you have rejected us. You have broken us down. You have been angry. Restore us, again.

² You have made the land tremble. You have torn it. Mend its fractures, for it quakes.

³ You have shown your people hard things. You have made us drink the wine that makes us stagger.

⁴ You have given a banner to those who fear you, that it may be displayed because of the truth. Selah.

⁵ So that your beloved may be delivered, save with your right hand, and answer us.

⁶ God has spoken from his sanctuary: "I will triumph. I will divide Shechem, and measure out the valley of Succoth.

⁷ Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.

⁸ Moab is my wash basin. I will throw my shoe on Edom. I shout in triumph over Philistia."

⁹ Who will bring me into the strong city? Who has led me to Edom?

¹⁰ Haven't you, God, rejected us? You don't go out with our armies, God.

¹¹ Give us help against the adversary, for the help of man is vain.

¹² Through God we shall do valiantly, for it is he who will tread down our adversaries. For the Chief Musician. For a stringed instrument. By David.