To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David.
In Thee, O Jehovah, I have trusted, Let me not be ashamed to
the age, In Thy righteousness deliver me.
Incline unto me Thine ear hastily, deliver me, Be to me for
a strong rock, For a house of bulwarks to save me.
For my rock and my bulwark art Thou, For Thy name's
sake lead me and tend me.
Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou art
Into Thy hand I commit my spirit, Thou hast redeemed me,
Jehovah God of truth.
I have hated the observers of lying vanities, And I toward
Jehovah have been confident.
I rejoice, and am glad in Thy kindness, In that Thou hast
seen mine affliction, Thou hast known in adversities my soul.
And Thou hast not shut me up, Into the hand of an enemy,
Thou hast caused my feet to stand in a broad place.
Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, Mine
eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.
For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in
sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones
have become old.
Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my
neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me
without -- fled from me.
I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a
For I have heard an evil account of many, Fear is
round about. In their being united against me, To take my life they have
And I on Thee -- I have trusted, O Jehovah, I have said,
'Thou art my God.'
In Thy hand are my times, Deliver me from the hand of
my enemies, And from my pursuers.
Cause Thy face to shine on Thy servant, Save me in Thy
O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee,
let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.
Let lips of falsehood become dumb, That are speaking against
the righteous, Ancient sayings, in pride and contempt.
How abundant is Thy goodness, That Thou hast laid up for
those fearing Thee,
Thou hast wrought for those trusting in Thee, Before sons of
men. Thou hidest them in the secret place of Thy presence, From artifices of
man, Thou concealest them in a tabernacle, From the strife of tongues.
Blessed is Jehovah, For He hath made marvellous His
kindness To me in a city of bulwarks.
And I -- I have said in my haste, 'I have been cut off from
before Thine eyes,' But Thou hast heard the voice of my supplications, In my
crying unto Thee.
Love Jehovah, all ye His saints, Jehovah is keeping the
faithful, And recompensing abundantly a proud doer.
Be strong, and He strengtheneth your heart, All ye who are
waiting for Jehovah!