Psalms 71 By David. Sung by the children of Jonadab, and the first captives. In thee, Lord, I have put my trust: let me never be put to confusion.

Thomson⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹ By David. Sung by the children of Jonadab, and the first captives. In thee, Lord, I have put my trust: let me never be put to confusion. ² In thy saving mercy deliver me and rescue me: incline thine ear to me and save me. ³ Be thou to me a protecting God, and a place of strength to save me: for thou art my fortress and my refuge. ⁴ my God, deliver me out of a sinner's hand; out of the hand of an unrighteous and cruel man. ⁵ For thou, Lord, art mine expectation; thou, Lord, art my hope, from my youth; ⁶ upon thee I have leaned from the womb: from my birth thou art my protector; thou art the constant subject of my song. ⁷ To many I became a wonder; but thou wast my powerful assistant. ⁸ Let my mouth be filled with praise, that I may celebrate thy glory; thy majesty, all the day long. ⁹ Cast me not off in the time of old age: forsake me not when my strength faileth. ¹⁰ Because mine enemies have said to me; nay, my life guards have consuited together, ¹¹ saying, "God hath forsaken him; pursue and take him, for he hath no deliverer." ¹² God, be not far from me; draw near, my God, to my assistance. ¹³ Let them who plot against my life be confounded, and perish; let them, who seek to do me hurt, be cloathed with shame and confusion. ¹⁴ But as for me, I will hope continually; and I will yet praise thee more and more. ¹⁵ My mouth shall proclaim thy saving mercy; thy salvation all the day long. Because I am unpractised in studies ¹⁶ I will go in the strength of the Lord; I will mention the saving mercy of thee, Lord, alone. ¹⁷ Thou, God, hast taught me from my youth: and thus far I can declare thy wonders; ¹⁸ even to old age and grey hairs. God, forsake me not, till I declare thine arm to the rising generation; ¹⁹ thy power and thy righteousness, God most High; the great things which thou hast done. Who is like thee, God? ²⁰ what afflictions many and sore hast thou shewn me! But thou hast returned and quickened me; and brought me up again from the depths of the earth. ²¹ Thou hast multiplied thy saving mercy: thou hast returned and comforted me; and hast brought me up again from the depths of the earth. ²² Therefore with a musical instrument I will praise thee; thy truth, O God: I will sing and play on a kithara to thee, the holy one of Israel. ²³ My lips shall rejoice, when I play to thee; my soul also which thou hast redeemed. ²⁴ My tongue shall still talk of thy saving mercy all the day long, when they, who seek my hurt are shamed and confounded.