Psalms

¹ My head is high, God, held high;

² No hangdog skulking for me.

³ You won't embarrass me, will you? Or let my enemies get the best of me? Don't embarrass any of us Who went out on a limb for you. It's the traitors who should be humiliated.

⁴ School me in your ways.

⁵ Lead me down the path of truth. You are my Savior, aren't you?

⁶ Rebuild the ancient landmarks!

⁷ Mark me with your sign of love. Plan only the best for me, God!

⁸ He corrects the misdirected, Sends them in the right direction.

⁹ And leads them step-by-step.

¹⁰ Will take you to God. Follow the Covenant signs; Read the charted directions.

¹¹ Forgive my bad life; It's been a very bad life.

¹² Your answer: Arrows aimed at God's bull's-eye.

¹³ Their kids inherit a prosperous farm.

¹⁴ They are the ones he confides in.

¹⁵ I won't trip over my own feet.

¹⁶ I'm all alone and in big trouble.

¹⁷ Call a truce to this civil war.

¹⁸ Then lift this ton of sin.

¹⁹ Have it in for me? How viciously they hate me?

²⁰ Don't let me down when I run to you.

²¹ I wait to see your finished product.

²² From this run of bad luck.