Study Desk

The trouble they make for others backfires on them. The violence they plan falls on their own heads.

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by a stringed instrument. O Lord , our Lord, your majestic name fills the earth! Your glory is higher than the heavens.

what are mere mortals that you should think about them, human beings that you should care for them?

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be sung to the tune "Death of the Son." I will praise you, Lord , with all my heart; I will tell of all the marvelous things you have done.

For you have judged in my favor; from your throne you have judged with fairness.

The Lord is a shelter for the oppressed, a refuge in times of trouble.

Those who know your name trust in you, for you, O Lord , do not abandon those who search for you.

For he who avenges murder cares for the helpless. He does not ignore the cries of those who suffer.

The nations have fallen into the pit they dug for others. Their own feet have been caught in the trap they set.

The Lord is known for his justice. The wicked are trapped by their own deeds. Quiet Interlude

The wicked arrogantly hunt down the poor. Let them be caught in the evil they plan for others.

For they brag about their evil desires; they praise the greedy and curse the Lord .

They lurk in ambush in the villages, waiting to murder innocent people. They are always searching for helpless victims.

For the choir director: A psalm of David. I trust in the Lord for protection. So why do you say to me, "Fly like a bird to the mountains for safety!

For the righteous Lord loves justice. The virtuous will see his face.

For the choir director: A psalm of David, to be accompanied by an eight-stringed instrument. Help, O Lord , for the godly are fast disappearing! The faithful have vanished from the earth!

The Lord replies, "I have seen violence done to the helpless, and I have heard the groans of the poor. Now I will rise up to rescue them, as they have longed for me to do."

For the choir director: A psalm of David. O Lord , how long will you forget me? Forever? How long will you look the other way?

For the choir director: A psalm of David. Only fools say in their hearts, "There is no God." They are corrupt, and their actions are evil; not one of them does good!

Terror will grip them, for God is with those who obey him.