Psalms, 4

To the director on stringed instruments. A melody of David.

¹ When I call, answer me, O my righteous God. In the distress you must make broad space for me. Show me favor and hear my prayer.

² YOU sons of men,^*1 how long must my glory be for insult, [While] YOU keep loving empty things, [While] YOU keep seeking to find a lie? Seʹlah.

³ So take knowledge that Jehovah will certainly distinguish his loyal one;^*1 Jehovah himself will hear when I call to him.

⁴ BE agitated, but do not sin. Have YOUR say in YOUR heart, upon YOUR bed, and keep silent. Seʹlah.

⁵ Sacrifice the sacrifices of righteousness, And trust in Jehovah.

⁶ There are many saying: “Who will show us good?” Lift up the light of your face upon us, O Jehovah.

⁷ You will certainly give a rejoicing in my heart Greater than in the time when their grain and their new wine have abounded.

⁸ In peace I will both lie down and sleep, For you yourself alone, O Jehovah, make me dwell in security.