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And those who repay evil for good, they attack me, because the good follows me.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears, for I am an alien with You, a pilgrim, as were all my fathers.

For evils have surrounded me until there is no number; my iniquities have taken hold on me and I am not able to look up; they are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails me.

Let them be desolate until it is the reward for their shame; for they are saying to me, Aha! Aha!

But I am poor and needy; the Lord will take thought for me. You are my help and my deliverer; O my God, do not delay.

I said, O Jehovah be gracious to me; heal my soul, for I have sinned against You.

To the chief musician. A Contemplation for the sons of Korah. As the deer pants after the channels of water, so my soul pants after You, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God; when shall I come and see the face of God?

When I remember these things and I pour out my soul on me (for I passed over with the throng; I led them to the house of God with the voice of rejoicing and praise, a host keeping the feast).

O my soul, why are you cast down and moan within me? Hope in God, for I shall yet thank Him for the salvation of His presence.

O my soul, why are you cast down? And why do you moan within me? Hope in God, for I yet thank Him for the salvation of my face and my God.

Judge me, O God, and strive for my cause against a nation that is not godly. Deliver me from the deceitful and unjust man.

For You are the God of my strength. Why have You cast me off? Why do I go mourning when the enemy oppresses?

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why do you moan within me? Hope in God, for I will still thank Him, the salvation of my face, and my God.

To the chief musician. A Contemplation for the Sons of Korah. We have heard with our ears, O God; our fathers have told us the work You did in their days, in the days of old.

For they did not inherit the land with their own sword; yea, their own arm did not save them. But it was Your right hand and Your arm and the light of Your face, because You favored them.

You are He, my King, O God; command deliverances for Jacob.

For I will not trust in my bow, and my sword shall not save me.

You make us turn back from the oppressor; yea, those hating us plunder for themselves.

You have given us like sheep for food and have scattered us among the nations.