Psalm 13

Show me your face.
Let me see you.
Seeing you is joy. 

Yet you hide your face.
You forget me here.
How long, oh Lord?

I have no joy, no hope.
Only sorrow fills me.
My enemy is exalted.

Answer me, oh Lord!
Fill my eyes with light.
Keep me from death.

Have I the right?
Can I say these words?
Who am I to command you?

Your love is steadfast.
In that love I ever trust.
In that love I find rest.

I rejoice in your salvation.
You fill me with bounty.
You reveal your face.

You strengthen me.
You fight inside me.
Grant me victory.

I will sing to you, Lord.

Psalm 12

I despair because I do not see the godly prosper.
They are hidden away from the world.
They have vanished from the earth.
The world is full of back-stabbers and liars.
What hope does your kingdom have?

So many flattering lips, so many tongues that boast.
They claim to have no master, no king.
Victory will come to them by their smooth words.
All will listen to them, all will believe.
What hope does the truth have against such sweet sin?

Do they know they bring death?
Do they know they destroy the law?
Do they know they kill themselves?
Do they see what they are doing?
What hope have we against their blindness?

I hear the groanings of the needy—their sighs, their cries.
I see the poor plundered, God's people imprisoned.
The wicked prowl on every side.
Our children praise their vile ways.
Who can hold back this generation of sin?

"I will now arise," says a voice from the dawn.
The words are pure, the words of the Lord.
They tingle with justice and roar with love.
Gentle as the moon and loud as the sun.
What other voice can be heard when the Lord speaks?

He will care for the needy—heed their sighs and cries.
In his arms, they will find the safety they long for.
Those plundered, those in prison, God will save.
He sees the tears of sisters, hears the prayers of brothers.
Who then can fear if God stands beside them?

Do they know he breaks chains? 
Do they know he heals the sick?
Do they know he brings the dead to life?
Do they know he calls his children by name?
What hope have the wicked in their blindness?

Lord, you hold tightly to your people.
You will guard them from this generation of sin.
You will guard them forever. 

Psalm 11

They tell me I will die.
They tell me to despair.
Their sour words fill my mouth,
I breathe, yet find no air.

All hope has left my life,
for evil surrounds me.
The wicked hack at my heart,
and they do not hear my plea.

The wicked bend their bows.
Their arrows pierce my heart.
They attack my foundation.
They wound me from the start.

Yet what can mere men do?
They cannot shoot me down.
My foundation is not stone.
They cannot make me drown.

The Lord is on his throne.
He observes my trials.
He's in his holy temple,
The Lord, he sees for miles.

My God hates the wicked,
and the righteous he loves.
So who can e'en defeat me
if I love as God does?

The wicked, they will burn,
but God will show his face
to those who turn to justice.
In him, I will find grace.

Psalm 10

When I need you most

You’re never there.

When times of trouble strike

You stand far away.

Why do you leave, Lord?

Where do you go?

See the arrogance of the wicked,

See them pursue the poor.

Let them fall in their own traps!

If you are God,

Punish the wicked.

Don’t let them prosper.

They are greedy for gain,

They renounce your holy name.

“There is no God,” they say.

Yet their ways prosper.

They do not seek you,

Yet they never face judgment.

As he works his evil,

He mocks God almighty,

Saying “God has forgotten.

He has hidden his face,

He will never see me.”

Prove him wrong, Lord!

Arise, arise, oh Lord!

Lift up your hand,

Strike the wicked down.

Forget not the afflicted.

Don’t let the wicked mock,

Don’t let them thrive.

May the words of the wicked

Be proven wrong:

Show that you will judge,

Show that evil will pay.

You have not forgotten.

You have seen our story.

You help the fatherless.

You hold the helpless.

You do see what happens.

Who am I to command?

Who am I to judge you?

I know not what I say.

Lord, you will avenge.

You will make the wicked pay.

I will watch you break their arms.

You rule an eternal kingdom

In which the afflicted will prosper

And men of earth will wither.

You hear the desire of the afflicted.

You will strengthen their heart;

You will incline your ear

Psalm 9

Let me recall your great works

Let me remember what you have done.

You have routed the enemy,

You have cast them to the depths.

I will sing praises to your name.

My heart will give thanks to you.

For my enemies stumble in your presence,

And they turn back at the light of your face.

You are just, you are righteous,

All judgment you give is true.

You punish the wicked and cast them out.

They cannot stand guiltless before you.

I remember the day, the great battle.

My enemies swarmed like locust,

Charging your mighty fortress

In which I stood so helpless.

I had no courage, no strength.

My heart full of worry, I simply collapsed.

I fell into your arms as my enemy charged on.

You carried me through the battle.

You ruined the enemy and killed their king.

You made them perish and blotted out their name.

You established your throne upon justice

And there you will sit for eternity.

Your greatness will never fail, never fall

For you judge with righteousness,

In uprightness you judge the people.

Your kingdom is mighty, never-ending.

You strike the nations with terror.

You let them know they are only mortal.

The nations fall back into their own pits,

They fall by their own snares.

Oh Lord, you rule by justice.

In your presence, the nations are condemned.

None can stand before you in confidence.

Yet you do not ignore our cries of pain.

You are a stronghold, a refuge.

You don’t forsake those who seek you.

Your eye is ever on the needy and afflicted.

I sing your praises; I recall all you have done.

Psalm 8

Your name is majestic, beautiful.

Your name is filled with glory,

And that glory fills the universe.

That glory fills our hearts.

How majestic is your name in all the earth.

I see your lights set in the sky,

Brighter than a thousand fires,

Screaming your name to all the earth.

The moon glows clear as silver,

Softly shimmering in your glory.

What am I, Lord? What am I?

Who am I that you care for me—

Wretched, clumsy, stupid me—

That you care for my future?

What is man that you are mindful of him?

I have no beauty like the moon,

I have no light so bright as the stars.

Yet you crown me with glory

You call me blessed, you call me son.

You have put all things under our feet.

You work all things for our good.

Psalm 7

Embrace me, Lord. I am weak.

I cannot run though the devil chases me.

Unbar the gates and let me in, I plead.

Satan holds his steel against my neck.

I will not live without your breath.

My enemies, they hunt me down.

They seek to tear my soul apart.

What have I done, Lord?

Is there filth on my hands?         

If I have sinned, let them find me.

Awake for me; arise, oh Lord.

You care for me like none other.

So guard me from the fury of men.

See? My enemies encircle me.

Without you, I will crumble, I will fall.

Oh Father, God, you are my judge.

No man on earth can judge me rightly.

You will judge my righteousness—

Not mine, but yours within me.

When you search me, you’ll see your son.

You will end the reign of the wicked,

You will set your righteous ones on high.

Your son will sit upon the throne,

And the upright in heart will be saved.

My shield is with you—you who judge rightly.

God, you are so good, you cannot stand evil.

You feel indignation day after day

When men do not bow down and repent.

You ready your weapons for the wicked man

Before his lies bring the righteous down.

You are my protection, my stronghold.

I will ever sing of your holiness.

I will sing praises to your name, oh Lord.