They stood in order ¹  all around the camp. The whole army ran away; they shouted as they scrambled away. ² 

When Eli heard the outcry, ¹  he said, “What is this commotion?” ²  The man quickly came and told Eli.

The people ¹  who did not die were struck with sores; the city’s cry for help went all the way up to heaven.

David and all Israel ¹  were bringing up the ark of the Lord, shouting and blowing trumpets. ² 

So they yelled louder and, in accordance with their prescribed ritual, ¹  mutilated themselves with swords and spears until their bodies were covered with blood. ² 

He entreats God, and God ¹  delights in him, he sees God’s face ²  with rejoicing, and God ³  restores to him his righteousness. ⁴ 

Lord, you have heard ¹  the request ²  of the oppressed; you make them feel secure because you listen to their prayer. ³ 

You are my hiding place; you protect me from distress. You surround me with shouts of joy from those celebrating deliverance. ¹  (Selah)

For the music director; by the Korahites; a psalm. All you nations, clap your hands! Shout out to God in celebration! ² 

The meadows are clothed with sheep, and the valleys are covered with grain. They shout joyfully, yes, they sing.

Listen to the painful cries of the prisoners! ¹  Use your great strength to set free those condemned to die! ² 

I gloat in triumph over those who tried to ambush me; ¹  I hear the defeated cries of the evil foes who attacked me. ² 

The prayer of an oppressed man, as he grows faint and pours out his lament before the Lord. O Lord, hear my prayer! Pay attention to my cry for help! ² 

“How long will you simpletons ¹  love naiveté? ²  How long ³  will mockers ⁴  delight ⁵  in mockery ⁶  and fools ⁷  hate knowledge?

Then they will call to me, but I will not answer; they will diligently seek ¹  me, but they will not find me.

So Moab wails over its demise ¹  – they all wail! Completely devastated, they moan about what has happened to the raisin cakes of Kir Hareseth. ² 

Then the guard ¹  cries out: “On the watchtower, O sovereign master, ²  I stand all day long; at my post I am stationed every night.

At that time the sovereign master, the Lord who commands armies, called for weeping and mourning, for shaved heads and sackcloth. ¹ 

I will threaten Ariel, and she will mourn intensely and become like an altar hearth ¹  before me.

Each one says, ¹  ‘Come on, I’ll get some wine! Let’s guzzle some beer! Tomorrow will be just like today! We’ll have everything we want!’ ²