Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

Jehovah hath heard my supplication; Jehovah will receive my prayer.

[Shiggaion of David, which he sang unto Jehovah, concerning the words of Cush a Benjamite]. O Jehovah my God, in thee do I take refuge: Save me from all them that pursue me, and deliver me,

O Jehovah my God, if I have done this; If there be iniquity in my hands;

Let the enemy pursue my soul, and overtake it; Yea, let him tread my life down to the earth, And lay my glory in the dust. {{Selah

And let the congregation of the peoples compass thee about; And over them return thou on high.

O let the wickedness of the wicked come to an end, but establish thou the righteous: For the righteous God trieth the minds and hearts.

God is a righteous judge, Yea, a God that hath indignation every day.

He hath also prepared for him the instruments of death; He maketh his arrows fiery [shafts] .

He hath made a pit, and digged it, And is fallen into the ditch which he made.

I will give thanks unto Jehovah according to his righteousness, And will sing praise to the name of Jehovah Most High.

Out of the mouth of babes and sucklings hast thou established strength, Because of thine adversaries, That thou mightest still the enemy and the avenger.

What is man, that thou art mindful of him? And the son of man, that thou visitest him?

Thou makest him to have dominion over the works of thy hands; Thou hast put all things under his feet:

The birds of the heavens, and the fish of the sea, Whatsoever passeth through the paths of the seas.

[For the Chief Musician; set to Muth-labben. A Psalm of David]. I will give thanks unto Jehovah with my whole heart; I will show forth all thy marvellous works.

When mine enemies turn back, They stumble and perish at thy presence.

Thou hast rebuked the nations, thou hast destroyed the wicked; Thou hast blotted out their name for ever and ever.

But Jehovah sitteth [as king] for ever: He hath prepared his throne for judgment;

Jehovah also will be a high tower for the oppressed, A high tower in times of trouble;

Sing praises to Jehovah, who dwelleth in Zion: Declare among the people his doings.

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction [which I suffer] of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

The nations are sunk down in the pit that they made: In the net which they hid is their own foot taken.

The wicked shall be turned back unto Sheol, Even all the nations that forget God.