Study Desk

For the choirmaster. A Maskil of David. After Doeg the Edomite went to Saul and told him, "David has gone to the house of Ahimelech." Why do you boast of evil, O mighty man? The loving devotion of God endures all day long.

Surely God will bring you down to everlasting ruin; He will snatch you up and tear you away from your tent; He will uproot you from the land of the living. Selah

"Look at the man who did not make God his refuge, but trusted in the abundance of his wealth and strengthened himself by destruction."

But I am like an olive tree flourishing in the house of God; I trust in the loving devotion of God forever and ever.

For the choirmaster. According to Mahalath. A Maskil of David. The fool says in his heart, "There is no God." They are corrupt; their ways are vile. There is no one who does good.

God looks down from heaven upon the sons of men to see if any understand, if any seek God.

There they are, overwhelmed with dread, where there was nothing to fear. For God has scattered the bones of those who besieged you. You will put them to shame, for God has despised them.

Oh, that the salvation of Israel would come from Zion! When God restores His captive people, let Jacob rejoice, let Israel be glad!

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. When the Ziphites went to Saul and said, "Is David not hiding among us?" Save me, O God, by Your name, and vindicate me by Your might!

Hear my prayer, O God; listen to the words of my mouth.

For strangers rise up against me, and ruthless men seek my life-men with no regard for God. Selah

Surely God is my helper; the Lord is the sustainer of my soul.

For the choirmaster. With stringed instruments. A Maskil of David. Listen to my prayer, O God, and do not ignore my plea.

We shared sweet fellowship together; we walked with the crowd into the house of God.

But I call to God, and the LORD will save me.

God will hear and humiliate them-the One enthroned for the ages-Selah because they do not change and they have no fear of God.

But You, O God, will bring them down to the Pit of destruction; men of bloodshed and deceit will not live out half their days. But I will trust in You.

For the choirmaster. To the tune of "A Dove on Distant Oaks." A Miktam of David, when the Philistines seized him in Gath. Be merciful to me, O God, for men are hounding me; all day they press their attack.

In God, whose word I praise-in God I trust. I will not be afraid. What can man do to me?

In spite of such sin, will they escape? In Your anger, O God, cast down the nations.