Psalm 71

¹ In Thee, O Jehovah, I have trusted, Let me not be ashamed to the age.

² In Thy righteousness Thou dost deliver me, And dost cause me to escape, Incline unto me Thine ear, and save me.

³ Be to me for a rock — a habitation, To go in continually, Thou hast given command to save me, For my rock and my bulwark [art] Thou.

⁴ O my God, cause me to escape From the hand of the wicked, From the hand of the perverse and violent.

⁵ For Thou [art] my hope, O Lord Jehovah, My trust from my youth.

⁶ By Thee I have been supported from the womb, From my mother’s bowels Thou dost cut me out, In Thee [is] my praise continually.

⁷ As a wonder I have been to many, And Thou [art] my strong refuge.

⁸ Filled is my mouth [with] Thy praise, All the day [with] Thy beauty.

⁹ Cast me not off at the time of old age, According to the consumption of my power forsake me not.

¹⁰ For mine enemies have spoken against me, And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,

¹¹ Saying, ‘God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.’

¹² O God, be not far from me, O my God, for my help make haste.

¹³ They are ashamed, they are consumed, Who are opposing my soul, They are covered [with] reproach and blushing, Who are seeking my evil,

¹⁴ And I continually do wait with hope, And have added unto all Thy praise.

¹⁵ My mouth recounteth Thy righteousness, All the day Thy salvation, For I have not known the numbers.

¹⁶ I come in the might of the Lord Jehovah, I mention Thy righteousness — Thine only.

¹⁷ God, Thou hast taught me from my youth, And hitherto I declare Thy wonders.

¹⁸ And also unto old age and grey hairs, O God, forsake me not, Till I declare Thy strength to a generation, To every one that cometh Thy might.

¹⁹ And Thy righteousness, O God, [is] unto the heights, Because Thou hast done great things, O God, who [is] like Thee?

²⁰ Because Thou hast showed me many and sad distresses, Thou turnest back — Thou revivest me, And from the depths of the earth, Thou turnest back — Thou bringest me up.

²¹ Thou dost increase my greatness, And Thou surroundest — Thou comfortest me,

²² I also thank Thee with a vessel of psaltery, Thy truth, O my God, I sing to Thee with a harp, O Holy One of Israel,

²³ My lips cry aloud when I sing praise to Thee, And my soul that Thou hast redeemed,

²⁴ My tongue also all the day uttereth Thy righteousness, Because ashamed — because confounded, Have been those seeking my evil!