¹ In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:

² In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:

³ Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.

⁴ Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;

⁵ For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:

⁶ Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.

⁷ A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,

⁸ My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.

⁹ Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;

¹⁰ For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;

¹¹ Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.

¹² O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!

¹³ Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life,—Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.

¹⁴ But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;

¹⁵ My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.

¹⁶ I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.

¹⁷ O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;

¹⁸ Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me,—Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;

¹⁹ And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?

²⁰ Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;

²¹ Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.

²² I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God,—I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;

²³ My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;

²⁴ Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.