This collection of the prayers of David son of Jesse ends here.
My eyes grow tired as I wait for your promise to be fulfilled.
My eyes grow tired as I wait for your deliverance,
locusts have no king, but they all go forward by ranks;
“That is because, from the least important to the most important of them, all of them are greedy for dishonest gain. Prophets and priests alike, all of them practice deceit.
In the third month they began piling their contributions in heaps
“One man dies in his full vigor,
You are bound for judgment
When she had done so,
The first came out reddish
The slave masters were pressuring
He took six hundred select
whom I will see for myself,
The Lord’s shout bends
For my life nears its end in pain; my years draw to a close as I groan.
Everyone rejects God;
I am exhausted from shouting for help; my throat is sore;
For my days go up in smoke,