Listen to my prayer, O Lord, and hear my cry for help!
When I am in trouble, don't turn away from me! Listen to me, and answer me quickly when I call!
My life is disappearing like smoke; my body is burning like fire.
I am beaten down like dry grass; I have lost my desire for food.
I groan aloud; I am nothing but skin and bones.
I am like a wild bird in the desert, like an owl in abandoned ruins.
I lie awake; I am like a lonely bird on a housetop.
All day long my enemies insult me; those who mock me use my name in cursing.
Because of your anger and fury, ashes are my food, and my tears are mixed with my drink. You picked me up and threw me away.
My life is like the evening shadows; I am like dry grass.
But you, O Lord, are king forever; all generations will remember you.
You will rise and take pity on Zion; the time has come to have mercy on her; this is the right time.
Your servants love her, even though she is destroyed; they have pity on her, even though she is in ruins.
The nations will fear the Lord; all the kings of the earth will fear his power.
When the Lord rebuilds Zion, he will reveal his greatness.
He will hear his forsaken people and listen to their prayer.
Write down for the coming generation what the Lord has done, so that people not yet born will praise him.
The Lord looked down from his holy place on high, he looked down from heaven to earth.
He heard the groans of prisoners and set free those who were condemned to die.
And so his name will be proclaimed in Zion, and he will be praised in Jerusalem
when nations and kingdoms come together and worship the Lord.
The Lord has made me weak while I am still young; he has shortened my life.
O God, do not take me away now before I grow old. O Lord, you live forever;
long ago you created the earth, and with your own hands you made the heavens.
They will disappear, but you will remain; they will all wear out like clothes. You will discard them like clothes, and they will vanish.
But you are always the same, and your life never ends.
Our children will live in safety, and under your protection their descendants will be secure.
Praise the Lord, my soul! All my being, praise his holy name!
Praise the Lord, my soul, and do not forget how kind he is.
He forgives all my sins and heals all my diseases.
He keeps me from the grave and blesses me with love and mercy.
He fills my life with good things, so that I stay young and strong like an eagle.
The Lord judges in favor of the oppressed and gives them their rights.
He revealed his plans to Moses and let the people of Israel see his mighty deeds.
The Lord is merciful and loving, slow to become angry and full of constant love.
He does not keep on rebuking; he is not angry forever.
He does not punish us as we deserve or repay us according to our sins and wrongs.
As high as the sky is above the earth, so great is his love for those who honor him.
As far as the east is from the west, so far does he remove our sins from us.
As a father is kind to his children, so the Lord is kind to those who honor him.
He knows what we are made of; he remembers that we are dust.
As for us, our life is like grass. We grow and flourish like a wild flower;
then the wind blows on it, and it is gone - no one sees it again.
But for those who honor the Lord, his love lasts forever, and his goodness endures for all generations
of those who are true to his covenant and who faithfully obey his commands.
The Lord placed his throne in heaven; he is king over all.
Praise the Lord, you strong and mighty angels, who obey his commands, who listen to what he says.
Praise the Lord, all you heavenly powers, you servants of his, who do his will!
Praise the Lord, all his creatures in all the places he rules. Praise the Lord, my soul!
Praise the Lord, my soul! O Lord, my God, how great you are! You are clothed with majesty and glory;
you cover yourself with light. You have spread out the heavens like a tent
and built your home on the waters above. You use the clouds as your chariot and ride on the wings of the wind.
You use the winds as your messengers and flashes of lightning as your servants.
You have set the earth firmly on its foundations, and it will never be moved.
You placed the ocean over it like a robe, and the water covered the mountains.
When you rebuked the waters, they fled; they rushed away when they heard your shout of command.
They flowed over the mountains and into the valleys, to the place you had made for them.
You set a boundary they can never pass, to keep them from covering the earth again.
You make springs flow in the valleys, and rivers run between the hills.
They provide water for the wild animals; there the wild donkeys quench their thirst.
In the trees near by, the birds make their nests and sing.
From the sky you send rain on the hills, and the earth is filled with your blessings.
You make grass grow for the cattle and plants for us to use, so that we can grow our crops
and produce wine to make us happy, olive oil to make us cheerful, and bread to give us strength.
The cedars of Lebanon get plenty of rain - the Lord's own trees, which he planted.
There the birds build their nests; the storks nest in the fir trees.
The wild goats live in the high mountains, and the rock badgers hide in the cliffs.
You created the moon to mark the months; the sun knows the time to set.
You made the night, and in the darkness all the wild animals come out.
The young lions roar while they hunt, looking for the food that God provides.
When the sun rises, they go back and lie down in their dens.
Then people go out to do their work and keep working until evening.
Lord, you have made so many things! How wisely you made them all! The earth is filled with your creatures.
There is the ocean, large and wide, where countless creatures live, large and small alike.
The ships sail on it, and in it plays Leviathan, that sea monster which you made.
All of them depend on you to give them food when they need it.
You give it to them, and they eat it; you provide food, and they are satisfied.
When you turn away, they are afraid; when you take away your breath, they die and go back to the dust from which they came.
But when you give them breath, they are created; you give new life to the earth.
May the glory of the Lord last forever! May the Lord be happy with what he has made!
He looks at the earth, and it trembles; he touches the mountains, and they pour out smoke.
I will sing to the Lord all my life; as long as I live I will sing praises to my God.
May he be pleased with my song, for my gladness comes from him.
May sinners be destroyed from the earth; may the wicked be no more. Praise the Lord, my soul! Praise the Lord!