Psalms

¹ I'll never live to regret it.

² get me out of this mess and up on my feet. Put your ear to the ground and listen, give me space for salvation.

³ you said your door was always open! You're my salvation—my vast, granite fortress.

⁴ from the clutch of Bad and Bully.

⁵ my bedrock, God, since my childhood.

⁶ the day you took me from the cradle; I'll never run out of praise.

⁷ but you take me in stride.

⁸ my mouth brims with praise.

⁹ or put me on the shelf when I can't pull my weight.

¹⁰ watching for their chance to knife me.

¹¹ Pounce on him now; no one will help him."

¹² Come on! Run to my side!

¹³ Those out to get me—make them look Like idiots,

¹⁴ and daily add praise to praise.

¹⁵ talk up your salvation the livelong day, never run out of good things to write or say.

¹⁶ I post signs marking his right-of-way.

¹⁷ God, and taught me everything I know. Now I'm telling the world your wonders;

¹⁸ God, don't walk off and leave me until I get out the news Of your strong right arm to this world, news of your power to the world yet to come,

¹⁹ ways, O God. God, you've done it all! Who is quite like you?

²⁰ Turn me around; Now let me look life in the face. I've been to the bottom; Bring me up,

²¹ turn to me, be tender to me,

²² to the tune of your faithfulness, God. I'll make music for you on a harp, Holy One of Israel.

²³ I let out lungsful of praise, my rescued life a song.

²⁴ about you and your righteous ways, While those who tried to do me in slink off looking ashamed.