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I am mute. I do not open my mouth, for you, yourself, have done it.

When with rebukes you chastise a man for sin, you consume like a moth his delightful things. Surely everyone is a mere vapor. Selah

Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, and listen to my cry for help; do not be deaf to my tears. For I am an alien with you, a sojourner like all my ancestors.

For the music director. Of David. A psalm. I waited patiently for Yahweh, And he inclined to me and heard my cry for help.

As for you, O Yahweh, do not withhold your mercies from me. Let your loyal love and your faithfulness continually preserve me.

For evils without number have encompassed me. My iniquities have overtaken me, so that I am not able to see. They are more than the hairs of my head, and my heart fails me.

For the music director. A psalm of David. Blessed is the one who has regard for the poor; in the day of disaster, Yahweh delivers him.

As for me, I said, "O Yahweh, be gracious to me. Heal me, for I have sinned against you."

And when one comes to see me, he speaks falsely; his heart gathers disaster for itself. He goes out to the street; he speaks.

All who hate me speak together against me. Against me they assume the worst for me:

As for me, you have upheld me in my integrity, and you have set me in your presence forever.

For the music director. A maskil of the sons of Korah. As a deer longs for streams of water, so my soul longs for you, O God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

Why are you in despair, O my soul, and disturbed within me? Hope in God, because I will again praise him, for the salvation of his presence.

For the music director. Of the sons of Korah. A maskil. O God, we have heard with our ears; our ancestors have told us of work you worked in their days, in days of old.

For not with their sword did they possess the land, and their arm did not give them victory. Rather it was your right hand and your arm and the light of your presence, because you delighted in them.

You are my king, O God. Command victories for Jacob.

For I do not trust my bow, and my sword cannot give me victory.

You have caused us to pull back from the enemy, and so those who hate us have plundered for themselves.

You have given us as sheep for food, and among the nations you have scattered us.