Psalm 141-144

⁵ Let the righteous smite me in kindness and reprove me;
It is oil upon the head;
Do not let my head refuse it,
For still my prayer is against their wicked deeds.
⁶ Their judges are thrown down by the sides of the rock,
And they hear my words, for they are pleasant.
⁷ As when one plows and breaks open the earth,
Our bones have been scattered at the mouth of Sheol.

⁸ For my eyes are toward You, O God, the Lord;
In You I take refuge; do not leave me defenseless.
⁹ Keep me from the jaws of the trap which they have set for me,
And from the snares of those who do iniquity.
¹⁰ Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
While I pass by safely.

⁵ I cried out to You, O Lord;
I said, “You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
⁶ “Give heed to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are too strong for me.
⁷ “Bring my soul out of prison,
So that I may give thanks to Your name;
The righteous will surround me,
For You will deal bountifully with me.”

⁵ I remember the days of old;
I meditate on all Your doings;
I muse on the work of Your hands.
⁶ I stretch out my hands to You;
My soul longs for You, as a parched land. Selah.

⁷ Answer me quickly, O Lord, my spirit fails;
Do not hide Your face from me,
Or I will become like those who go down to the pit.
⁸ Let me hear Your lovingkindness in the morning;
For I trust in You;
Teach me the way in which I should walk;
For to You I lift up my soul.
⁹ Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies;
I take refuge in You.

¹⁰ Teach me to do Your will,
For You are my God;
Let Your good Spirit lead me on level ground.
¹¹ For the sake of Your name, O Lord, revive me.
In Your righteousness bring my soul out of trouble.
¹² And in Your lovingkindness, ^[v]cut off my enemies
And destroy all those who afflict my soul,
For I am Your servant.

⁵ Bow Your heavens, O Lord, and come down;
Touch the mountains, that they may smoke.
⁶ Flash forth lightning and scatter them;
Send out Your arrows and confuse them.
⁷ Stretch forth Your hand from on high;
Rescue me and deliver me out of great waters,
Out of the hand of aliens
⁸ Whose mouths speak deceit,
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

⁹ I will sing a new song to You, O God;
Upon a harp of ten strings I will sing praises to You,
¹⁰ Who gives salvation to kings,
Who rescues David His servant from the evil sword.
¹¹ Rescue me and deliver me out of the hand of aliens,
Whose mouth speaks deceit
And whose right hand is a right hand of falsehood.

¹² Let our sons in their youth be as grown-up plants,
And our daughters as corner pillars fashioned as for a palace;
¹³ Let our garners be full, furnishing every kind of produce,
And our flocks bring forth thousands and ten thousands in our fields;
¹⁴ Let our cattle bear
Without mishap and without loss,
Let there be no outcry in our streets!
¹⁵ How blessed are the people who are so situated;
How blessed are the people whose God is the Lord!