נֶ֫פֶשׁ

Didn’t I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn’t my soul grieved for the needy?

He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

He has redeemed my soul from going into the pit. My life will see the light.’

to bring back his soul from the pit, that he may be enlightened with the light of the living.

They die in youth. Their life perishes among the unclean.

Many there are who say of my soul, “There is no help for him in God.”

My soul is also in great anguish. But you, Yahweh—how long?

Return, Yahweh. Deliver my soul, and save me for your loving kindness’ sake.

lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is no one to deliver.

let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; yes, let him tread my life down to the earth, and lay my glory in the dust.

For the wicked boasts of his heart’s cravings. He blesses the greedy and condemns Yahweh.

In Yahweh, I take refuge. How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain”?

Yahweh examines the righteous, but his soul hates the wicked and him who loves violence.

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, having sorrow in my heart every day? How long shall my enemy triumph over me?

For you will not leave my soul in Sheol, neither will you allow your holy one to see corruption.

Arise, Yahweh, confront him. Cast him down. Deliver my soul from the wicked by your sword;

Yahweh’s law is perfect, restoring the soul. Yahweh’s covenant is sure, making wise the simple.

Deliver my soul from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dog.

He restores my soul. He guides me in the paths of righteousness for his name’s sake.

He who has clean hands and a pure heart; who has not lifted up his soul to falsehood, and has not sworn deceitfully.

To you, Yahweh, I lift up my soul.

His soul will dwell at ease. His offspring will inherit the land.

Oh keep my soul, and deliver me. Let me not be disappointed, for I take refuge in you.

Don’t gather my soul with sinners, nor my life with bloodthirsty men;

Yahweh, you have brought up my soul from Sheol. You have kept me alive, that I should not go down to the pit.

I will be glad and rejoice in your loving kindness, for you have seen my affliction. You have known my soul in adversities.

Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.

to deliver their soul from death, to keep them alive in famine.

Our soul has waited for Yahweh. He is our help and our shield.

My soul shall boast in Yahweh. The humble shall hear of it and be glad.

Brandish the spear and block those who pursue me. Tell my soul, “I am your salvation.”

My soul shall be joyful in Yahweh. It shall rejoice in his salvation.

They reward me evil for good, to the bereaving of my soul.

Don’t let them say in their heart, “Aha! That’s the way we want it!” Don’t let them say, “We have swallowed him up!”

As the deer pants for the water brooks, so my soul pants after you, God.

My soul thirsts for God, for the living God. When shall I come and appear before God?

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, how I used to go with the crowd, and led them to God’s house, with the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping a holy day.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God! For I shall still praise him for the saving help of his presence.

My God, my soul is in despair within me. Therefore I remember you from the land of the Jordan, the heights of Hermon, from the hill Mizar.