{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David.} How long, Jehovah, wilt thou forget me for ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from me?

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, with sorrow in my heart daily? how long shall mine enemy be exalted over me?

How long shall the wicked, O Jehovah, how long shall the wicked triumph?

From men who are thy hand, O Jehovah, from men of this age: their portion is in this life, and their belly thou fillest with thy hid treasure; they have their fill of sons, and leave the rest of their substance to their children.

Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength faileth.

They are still vigorous in old age, they are full of sap and green;

Who satisfieth thine old age with good things; thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.