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Some nations boast of their chariots and
horses,
but we boast in the name of the Lord
our God.
Those nations will fall down and collapse,
but we will rise up and stand firm.
Give victory to our king, O Lord!
Answer our cry for help.
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Surely your goodness and
unfailing love will pursue
me all the days of my life,
and I will live in the house
of the Lord forever.
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For the choir director: A psalm of David.
How the king rejoices in your strength, O Lord!
He shouts with joy because you give
him victory.
For you have given him his heart’s desire;
you have withheld nothing he requested.
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You welcomed him back with success and
prosperity.
You placed a crown of finest gold on
his head.
He asked you to preserve his life,
and you granted his request.
The days of his life stretch on forever.
Your victory brings him great honor,
and you have clothed him with splendor
and majesty.
You have endowed him with eternal
blessings
and given him the joy of your presence.
For the king trusts in the Lord.
The unfailing love of the Most High will
keep him from stumbling.
You will capture all your enemies.
Your strong right hand will seize all who
hate you.
You will throw them in a flaming furnace
when you appear.
The Lord will consume them in his anger;
fire will devour them.
You will wipe their children from the face
of the earth;
they will never have descendants.
Although they plot against you,
their evil schemes will never succeed.
For they will turn and run
when they see your arrows aimed at
them.
Rise up, O Lord, in all your power.
With music and singing we celebrate
your mighty acts.
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For the choir director: A psalm of David,
to be sung to the tune “Doe of the Dawn.”
My God, my God, why have you
abandoned me?
Why are you so far away when I groan
for help?
Every day I call to you, my God, but you
do not answer.
Every night I lift my voice, but I find
no relief.
Yet you are holy,
enthroned on the praises of Israel.
Our ancestors trusted in you,
and you rescued them.
They cried out to you and were saved.
They trusted in you and were never
disgraced.
But I am a worm and not a man.
I am scorned and despised by all!
Everyone who sees me mocks me.
They sneer and shake their heads,
saying,
“Is this the one who relies on the Lord?
Then let the Lord save him!
If the Lord loves him so much,
let the Lord rescue him!”
Yet you brought me safely from my mother’s
womb
and led me to trust you at my mother’s
breast.
I was thrust into your arms at my birth.
You have been my God from the moment
I was born.
Do not stay so far from me,
for trouble is near,
and no one else can help me.
My enemies surround me like a herd of bulls;
fierce bulls of Bashan have hemmed me in!
Like lions they open their jaws against me,
roaring and tearing into their prey.
My life is poured out like water,
and all my bones are out of joint.
My heart is like wax,
melting within me.
My strength has dried up like sunbaked clay.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You have laid me in the dust and left me
for dead.
My enemies surround me like a pack
of dogs;
an evil gang closes in on me.