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Surely man goes about as a shadow! Surely for nought are they in turmoil; man heaps up, and knows not who will gather!

"And now, Lord, for what do I wait? My hope is in thee.

I am dumb, I do not open my mouth; for it is thou who hast done it.

When thou dost chasten man with rebukes for sin, thou dost consume like a moth what is dear to him; surely every man is a mere breath! [Selah]

"Hear my prayer, O LORD, and give ear to my cry; hold not thy peace at my tears! For I am thy passing guest, a sojourner, like all my fathers.

To the choirmaster. A Psalm of David. I waited patiently for the LORD; he inclined to me and heard my cry.

For evils have encompassed me without number; my iniquities have overtaken me, till I cannot see; they are more than the hairs of my head; my heart fails me.

As for me, I am poor and needy; but the Lord takes thought for me. Thou art my help and my deliverer; do not tarry, O my God!

As for me, I said, "O LORD, be gracious to me; heal me, for I have sinned against thee!"

All who hate me whisper together about me; they imagine the worst for me.

But thou hast upheld me because of my integrity, and set me in thy presence for ever.

To the choirmaster. A Maskil of the Sons of Korah. As a hart longs for flowing streams, so longs my soul for thee, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and behold the face of God?

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.

For thou art the God in whom I take refuge; why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you disquieted within me? Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my help and my God.

for not by their own sword did they win the land, nor did their own arm give them victory; but thy right hand, and thy arm, and the light of thy countenance; for thou didst delight in them.

Thou art my King and my God, who ordainest victories for Jacob.

For not in my bow do I trust, nor can my sword save me.