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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 month, 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 gain 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.