Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; Behold my affliction which I suffer of them that hate me, Thou that liftest me up from the gates of death;

For thou wilt not leave my soul to Sheol; Neither wilt thou suffer thy holy one to see corruption.

The young lions do lack, and suffer hunger; But they that seek Jehovah shall not want any good thing.

Cast thy burden upon Jehovah, and he will sustain thee: He will never suffer the righteous to be moved.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: While I suffer thy terrors I am distracted.

But my lovingkindness will I not utterly take from him, Nor suffer my faithfulness to fail.

Whoso privily slandereth his neighbor, him will I destroy: Him that hath a high look and a proud heart will I not suffer.

They forgat God their Saviour, Who had done great things in Egypt,

He will not suffer thy foot to be moved: He that keepeth thee will not slumber.