1In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding: 2In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me: 3Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art. 4Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one; 5For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days: 6Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually. 7A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge, 8My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour. 9Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me; 10For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together; 11Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue. 12O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste! 13Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life,—Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt. 14 But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise; 15My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers. 16I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone. 17O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders; 18Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me,—Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might; 19And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee? 20Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up; 21Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me. 22I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God,—I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel; 23My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed; 24Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.