i1 [To the Chief Musician. Sheminith. A Psalm of David.]i0 par O Jehovah, rebuke me not in Your anger, nor chasten me in Your fury.

Directing with harps on the Sheminith: Mattithiah, Elipheleh, Mikneiah, Obed-Edom, Jeiel, and Azaziah.

Arise, O Jehovah; deliver me, O my God; for You have struck all my enemies on the cheekbone. You have broken the teeth of the wicked.

Return, O Jehovah, rescue my soul! Deliver me because of Your goodness!

i1 [To the Chief Musician. Neginoth. Maschil. A Psalm of David, when the Ziphites came and said to Saul, Does not David hide himself among us?] i0 par Deliver me, O God, by Your name, and contend for me by Your strength.

And His disciples came to Him and awoke Him, saying, Lord, save us! We are perishing!

But when he saw that the wind was boisterous, he was afraid; and beginning to sink he cried out, saying, Lord, save me!

And God looked upon the earth, and behold it was corrupt; for all flesh had corrupted their way upon the earth.

Except Jehovah of Hosts had left us a small remnant, we would be as Sodom; we would be as Gomorrah.

Oh how the faithful city has become a harlot! It was full of justice; righteousness lodged in it; but now, murderers!

Your silver has become dross; your wine is diluted with water.

The righteous perishes, and no one lays it to heart, and merciful men are taken away; no one considers that the righteous is taken away from the face of evil.

And I looked, and there was no one to help; and I wondered that there was no one to uphold; therefore My own arm has given victory for Me; and My fury sustained Me.

Run to and fro through the streets of Jerusalem, and see now, and know, and seek in her open places, if you can find a man, if there is one who does justice, who seeks the truth; and I will pardon her.

Woe is me! For I am like the gatherings of summer fruit, like the gleanings of the vintage. There is no cluster to eat; my soul desires the first-ripe fruit.

The good man has perished from the earth, and there is no one upright among mankind. All of them lie in wait for blood; each one hunts his brother with a net.

And because lawlessness will abound, the love of many will grow cold.

Most men will proclaim each one his own goodness, but who can find a faithful man?

No one calls for justice, nor does anyone plead for truth; they trust in vanity and speak lies. They conceive mischief and bring forth iniquity.

in transgressing and lying against Jehovah, and backsliding from our God, speaking oppression and revolt, conceiving and uttering from the heart words of falsehood.

Yea, truth fails; and he who departs from evil makes himself a prey. And Jehovah saw it, and it displeased Him that there was no justice.