God

Keep my soul, for I am pious, Save Thy servant--who is trusting to Thee, O Thou, my God.

Favour me, O Lord, for to Thee I call all the day.

Rejoice the soul of Thy servant, For unto Thee, O Lord, my soul I lift up.

For Thou, Lord, art good and forgiving. And abundant in kindness to all calling Thee.

Hear, O Jehovah, my prayer, And attend to the voice of my supplications.

In a day of my distress I call Thee, For Thou dost answer me.

There is none like Thee among the gods, O Lord, And like Thy works there are none.

All nations that Thou hast made Come and bow themselves before Thee, O Lord, And give honour to Thy name.

For great art Thou, and doing wonders, Thou art God Thyself alone.

Show me, O Jehovah, Thy way, I walk in Thy truth, My heart doth rejoice to fear Thy name.

I confess Thee, O Lord my God, with all my heart, And I honour Thy name to the age.

For Thy kindness is great toward me, And Thou hast delivered my soul from the lowest Sheol.

O God, the proud have risen up against me, And a company of the terrible sought my soul, And have not placed Thee before them,

And Thou, O Lord, art God, merciful and gracious, Slow to anger, and abundant in kindness and truth.

Look unto me, and favour me, Give Thy strength to Thy servant, And give salvation to a son of Thine handmaid.

Do with me a sign for good, And those hating me see and are ashamed, For Thou, O Jehovah, hast helped me, Yea, Thou hast comforted me!

Jehovah is loving the gates of Zion Above all the tabernacles of Jacob.

Honourable things are spoken in Thee, O city of God. Selah.

I mention Rahab and Babel to those knowing Me, Lo, Philistia, and Tyre, with Cush! This one was born there.

And of Zion it is said: Each one was born in her, And He, the Most High, doth establish her.

Jehovah doth recount in the describing of the peoples, `This one was born there.' Selah.

A Song, a Psalm, by sons of Korah, to the Overseer, `Concerning the Sickness of Afflictions.' --An instruction, by Heman the Ezrahite. O Jehovah, God of my salvation, Daily I have cried, nightly before Thee,

My prayer cometh in before Thee, Incline Thine ear to my loud cry,

Among the dead--free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

Upon me hath Thy fury lain, And with all Thy breakers Thou hast afflicted. Selah.