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.