1 Jehovah, I for safety do
Betake my self to thee,
Confusion to be put unto
O never suffer me.
2 me rescue in thy righteousness,
Let me deliv'rance have:
O bow thou down thine ear to me,
Also do thou me save.
3 Be thou my habitations fast,
Where I may still resort:
Thou me to save commanded hast,
For thou'rt my rock and fort.
4 My God, from wicked's hand me free,
From fierce hand and unjust.
5 Because thou Lord God art my hope,
And from my youth my trust.
6 Up from the womb thou did'st me stay:
Thou did'st deliver me
Out of my mother's bowels: aye
My praise shall be of thee.
To many I a wonder am,
But thou my refuge strong.
8 Let with thy praise my mouth be fill'd,
And honour all day long.
9 Unto the time of elder age,
O cast me not away:
And do thou not abandon me
When my strength doth decay.
10 For they that be mine enemies,
Those men against me speak.
Who for my soul lay wait likewise,
Together counsel take.
11 They say God hath forsaken him,
Now persecute him ye:
And apprehend ye him, for none
there is to set him free.
12 O God from me depart not far,
My God to help me haste.
13 Who my soul's adversaries are,
O let them be abash'd.
Yea, let them quite consumed be,
And covered with shame,
With soul disgrace and infamy,
That for my hurt do aim.
14 Howbeit I with patience still
On thee will waiting be;
And more and more yet add I will
To all the praise of thee.
15 My mouth shall forth thy righteousness,
And thy salvation show
From day to day; for of the same
No numbers do I know.
16 I in the strength of God the Lord,
Will still along go on;
Will thy righteousness record,
Yea even thine alone.
17 From my youth up, O mighty God,
Thou hast instructed me.
I hitherto have shew'd abroad
The wonders wrought by thee.
18 And now also when i am old,
And hoary hair'd, O God,
Forsake me not, till I have told
Thy mighty pow'r abroad,
Unto this genration.
And unto ev'ry one
That shall hereafter be to come,
Thy strong dominion.
19 Also thy righteousness, O God,
Is high exceedingly;
Great are the things that thou hast wrought;
O God, who's like to thee?
20 Thou who hast caused me to see
Afflictions; great and sore,
Shall turn and quicken me; and me
From depth of th' earth restore.
21 Thou shalt my greatness multiply
And comfort me always.
22 Also with tuned psaltery
I will shew forth thy praise.
O thou my God, sing forth will I
To thee my harp upon:
Thy faithfulness and verity,
O Israel's holy one
23 My lips rejoyce with shouting shall,
When I to thee shall sing:
My soul which free ye shall from thrall
to liberty didst bring.
24 Likewise my tongue shall forth declare
Thy justice all day long:
Because that they confounded are,
And sham'd that seek my wrong.