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Psalm 72 (73)

Why should the just suffer?
Blessed is the man who does not lose faith in me” (Mt 11, 6).

How good God is to Israel,
  to those who are pure of heart.
Yet my feet came close to stumbling,
  my steps had almost slipped
for I was filled with envy of the proud
  when I saw how the wicked prosper.

For them there are no pains;
  their bodies are sound and sleek.
They have no share in men’s sorrows;
  they are not stricken like others.

So they wear their pride like a necklace,
  they clothe themselves with violence.
Their hearts overflow with malice,
  their minds seethe with plots.

They scoff; they speak with malice;
  from on high they plan oppression.
They have set their mouths in the heavens
  and their tongues dictate to the earth.

So the people turn to follow them
  and drink in all their words.
They say: ‘How can God know?
  Does the Most High take any notice?’
Look at them, such are the wicked,
  but untroubled, they grow in wealth.

How useless to keep my heart pure
  and wash my hands in innocence,
when I was stricken all day long,
  suffered punishment day after day.
Then I said: ‘If I should speak like that,
  I should betray the race of your sons.’

I strove to fathom this problem,
  too hard for my mind to understand,
until I pierced the mysteries of God
  and understood what becomes of the wicked.

How slippery the paths on which you set them;
  you make them slide to destruction.
How suddenly they come to their ruin,
  wiped out, destroyed by terrors.
Like a dream one wakes from, O Lord,
  when you wake you dismiss them as phantoms.

And so when my heart grew embittered
  and when I was cut to the quick,
I was stupid and did not understand,
  no better than a beast in your sight.

Yet I was always in your presence;
  you were holding me by my right hand.
You will guide me by your counsel
  and so you will lead me to glory.

What else have I in heaven but you?
  Apart from you I want nothing on earth.
My body and my heart faint for joy;
  God is my possession for ever.

All those who abandon you shall perish;
  you will destroy all those who are faithless.
To be near God is my happiness.
  I have made the Lord God my refuge.
I will tell of all your works
  at the gates of the city of Sion.