Compassionate me, O Jehovah, for to thee I will call all the day.
To the overseer, Thou wilt not destroy, to David a poem in his fleeing from the face of Saul in the cave. Compassionate me, O God, compassionate me: for in thee my soul put trust, and in the shadow of thy wings I will put my trust till calamity shall pass by.
Mine eye languished from affliction: I called to thee, O Jehovah, in all the day, I stretched my hands to thee.
To the overseer upon the stringed instruments; chanting of David. In my calling, answer me, O God of my justice: in straits thou didst enlarge me; compassionate me and hear my prayer.
Cause me to tread in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art God saving me; on thee I waited all the day.
To the overseer for the silent dove of those far off: to David, a poem in the rovers taking him in Gath. Compassionate me, O God, for man panted after me; warring all the day, he will press me.
Evening and morning and noon I will meditate and make a noise, and he will hear my voice.
And she a widow of about eighty-four years, who departed not from the temple, with fastings and supplications serving night and day.
I say to you, If also having risen he will not give him because of being his friend, yet for his effrontery, having risen, he will give him as many as he needs.
And shall not God do the avenging of his chosen, crying to him day and night, being slow to anger toward them?