But I am poor and needy; [Yet] the Lord thinketh upon me: Thou art my help and my deliverer; Make no tarrying, O my God.

Jehovah will preserve him, and keep him alive, And he shall be blessed upon the earth; And deliver not thou him unto the will of his enemies.

I said, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me: Heal my soul; For I have sinned against thee.

And if he come to see [me], he speaketh falsehood; His heart gathereth iniquity to itself: When he goeth abroad, he telleth it.

An evil disease, [say they], cleaveth fast unto him; And now that he lieth he shall rise up no more.

But thou, O Jehovah, have mercy upon me, and raise me up, That I may requite them.

And as for me, thou upholdest me in mine integrity, And settest me before thy face for ever.

[For the Chief Musician. Maschil of the sons of Korah]. As the hart panteth after the water brooks, So panteth my soul after thee, O God.

My tears have been my food day and night, While they continually say unto me, Where is thy God?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And [why] art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; for I shall yet praise him [For] the help of his countenance.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy waterfalls: All thy waves and thy billows are gone over me.

I will say unto God my rock, Why hast thou forgotten me? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Why art thou cast down, O my soul? And why art thou disquieted within me? Hope thou in God; For I shall yet praise him, [Who is] the help of my countenance, and my God.

For thou art the God of my strength; Why hast thou cast me off? Why go I mourning because of the oppression of the enemy?

Then will I go unto the altar of God, Unto God my exceeding joy; And upon the harp will I praise thee, O God, my God.

[For the Chief Musician. [A Psalm] of the sons of Korah. Maschil]. We have heard with our ears, O God, Our fathers have told us, What work thou didst in their days, In the days of old.

For they gat not the land in possession by their own sword, Neither did their own arm save them; But thy right hand, and thine arm, and the light of thy countenance, Because thou wast favorable unto them.

Through thee will we push down our adversaries: Through thy name will we tread them under that rise up against us.

But thou hast saved us from our adversaries, And hast put them to shame that hate us.

But now thou hast cast [us] off, and brought us to dishonor, And goest not forth with our hosts.

Thou hast made us like sheep [appointed] for food, And hast scattered us among the nations.

Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbors, A scoffing and a derision to them that are round about us.

All the day long is my dishonor before me, And the shame of my face hath covered me,

All this is come upon us; Yet have we not forgotten thee, Neither have we dealt falsely in thy covenant.