He is like a tree planted by streams of water that yields its fruit in its season, and its leaf does not wither. In all that he does, he prospers.

Kiss the Son, lest he be angry, and you perish in the way, for his wrath is quickly kindled. Blessed are all who take refuge in him.

I will not be afraid of many thousands of people who have set themselves against me all around.

Arise, O Lord! Save me, O my God! For you strike all my enemies on the cheek; you break the teeth of the wicked.

The boastful shall not stand before your eyes; you hate all evildoers.

But let all who take refuge in you rejoice; let them ever sing for joy, and spread your protection over them, that those who love your name may exult in you.

My eye wastes away because of grief; it grows weak because of all my foes.

Depart from me, all you workers of evil, for the Lord has heard the sound of my weeping.

All my enemies shall be ashamed and greatly troubled; they shall turn back and be put to shame in a moment.

In You Do I Take Refuge

A Shiggaion of David, which he sang to the Lord concerning the words of Cush, a Benjaminite.

O Lord my God, in you do I take refuge; save me from all my pursuers and deliver me,

How Majestic Is Your Name

To the choirmaster: according to The Gittith. A Psalm of David.

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth! You have set your glory above the heavens.

You have given him dominion over the works of your hands; you have put all things under his feet,

all sheep and oxen, and also the beasts of the field,

O Lord, our Lord, how majestic is your name in all the earth!

I Will Recount Your Wonderful Deeds

To the choirmaster: according to Muth-labben. A Psalm of David.

I will give thanks to the Lord with my whole heart; I will recount all of your wonderful deeds.

that I may recount all your praises, that in the gates of the daughter of Zion I may rejoice in your salvation.

The wicked shall return to Sheol, all the nations that forget God.

In the pride of his face the wicked does not seek him; all his thoughts are, “There is no God.”

His ways prosper at all times; your judgments are on high, out of his sight; as for all his foes, he puffs at them.

He says in his heart, “I shall not be moved; throughout all generations I shall not meet adversity.”

May the Lord cut off all flattering lips, the tongue that makes great boasts,

How long must I take counsel in my soul and have sorrow in my heart all the day? How long shall my enemy be exalted over me?

They have all turned aside; together they have become corrupt; there is none who does good, not even one.

Have they no knowledge, all the evildoers who eat up my people as they eat bread and do not call upon the Lord?

As for the saints in the land, they are the excellent ones, in whom is all my delight.