And Thou, O Jehovah, art a shield for me, My honour, and lifter up of my head.

Return doth his perverseness on his head, And on his crown his violence cometh down.

Sunk have nations in a pit they made, In a net that they hid hath their foot been captured.

Why, Jehovah, dost Thou stand at a distance? Thou dost hide in times of adversity,

The wicked according to the height of his face, inquireth not. 'God is not!' are all his devices.

He said in his heart, 'God hath forgotten, He hath hid His face, He hath never seen.'

To the Overseer. -- A Psalm of David. Till when, O Jehovah, Dost Thou forget me? -- for ever? Till when dost Thou hide Thy face from me?

Keep me as the apple, the daughter of the eye; In shadow of Thy wings thou dost hide me.

Thou dost deliver me From the strivings of the people, Thou placest me for a head of nations, A people I have not known do serve me.

From the end of the heavens is his going out, And his revolution is unto their ends, And nothing is hid from his heat.

For Thou puttest before him blessings of goodness, Thou settest on his head a crown of fine gold.

All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,

Thou arrangest before me a table, Over-against my adversaries, Thou hast anointed with oil my head, My cup is full!

And now, lifted up is my head, Above my enemies -- my surrounders, And I sacrifice in His tent sacrifices of shouting, I sing, yea, I sing praise to Jehovah.

Hide not Thy face from me, Turn not aside in anger Thy servant, My help Thou hast been. Leave me not, nor forsake me, O God of my salvation.

I had not believed to look on the goodness of Jehovah In the land of the living!

Bring me out from the net that they hid for me, For Thou art my strength.

For without cause they hid for me their netpit, Without cause they digged for my soul.

Meet him doth desolation -- he knoweth not, And his net that he hid catcheth him, For desolation he falleth into it.

For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.

Lord, before Thee is all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.

Hot is my heart within me, In my meditating doth the fire burn, I have spoken with my tongue.

For compassed me have evils innumerable, Overtaken me have mine iniquities, And I have not been able to see; They have been more than the hairs of my head, And my heart hath forsaken me.

Thou makest us a simile among nations, A shaking of the head among peoples.

Hide Thy face from my sin. And all mine iniquities blot out.

To the Overseer with stringed instruments. -- An instruction, by David. Give ear, O God, to my prayer, And hide not from my supplication.

Because of the voice of an enemy, Because of the oppression of the wicked, For they cause sorrow to move against me, And in anger they hate me.

For an enemy reproacheth me not, or I bear it, He who is hating me Hath not magnified himself against me, Or I hide from him.

They assemble, they hide, they watch my heels, When they have expected my soul.

O my Strength, unto Thee I take heed, For God is my tower -- the God of my kindness.

Mine is Gilead, and mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

Thou hast caused man to ride at our head. We have entered into fire and into water, And Thou bringest us out to a watered place.

Only -- God doth smite The head of His enemies, The hairy crown of a habitual walker in his guilt.

Those hating me without cause Have been more than the hairs of my head, Mighty have been my destroyers, My lying enemies, That which I took not away -- I bring back.

O God, Thou -- Thou hast known Concerning my overturn, And my desolations from Thee have not been hid.

And hide not Thy face from Thy servant, For I am in distress -- haste, answer me.

We do not hide from their sons, To a later generation recounting praises of Jehovah, And His strength, and His wonders that He hath done.

And He bringeth them in unto the border of His sanctuary, This mountain His right hand had got,

And He leaveth the tabernacle of Shiloh, The tent He had placed among men,

For, lo, Thine enemies do roar, And those hating Thee have lifted up the head,

Unless Jehovah were a help to me, My soul had almost inhabited silence.

Ye who love Jehovah, hate evil, He is keeping the souls of His saints, From the hand of the wicked he delivereth them.

Hide not Thou Thy face from me, In a day of mine adversity, Incline unto me Thine ear, In the day I call, haste, answer me.

For, as the height of the heavens is above the earth, His kindness hath been mighty over those fearing Him.

He turned their heart to hate His people, To conspire against His servants.

He hath sent Moses His servant, Aaron whom He had fixed on.

Rejoiced hath Egypt in their going forth, For their fear had fallen upon them.

And He saith to destroy them, Unless Moses, His chosen one, Had stood in the breach before Him, To turn back His wrath from destroying.

They have not destroyed the peoples, As Jehovah had said to them,

Mine is Gilead, mine is Manasseh, And Ephraim is the strength of my head, Judah is my lawgiver,

And I -- I have been a reproach to them, They see me, they shake their head.

He doth judge among the nations, He hath completed the carcases, Hath smitten the head over the mighty earth.

From a brook in the way he drinketh, Therefore he doth lift up the head!

A stone the builders refused Hath become head of a corner.

In my heart I have hid Thy saying, That I sin not before Thee.

A sojourner I am on earth, Hide not from me Thy commands.

Unless Thy law were my delights, Then had I perished in mine affliction.

Then alive they had swallowed us up, In the burning of their anger against us,

Then the waters had overflowed us, The stream passed over our soul,

Then passed over our soul had the proud waters.

As the good oil on the head, Coming down on the beard, the beard of Aaron, That cometh down on the skirt of his robes,

My substance was not hid from Thee, When I was made in secret, Curiously wrought in the lower part of earth.

Do not I hate, Jehovah, those hating Thee? And with Thy withstanders grieve myself?

The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

O Jehovah, my Lord, strength of my salvation, Thou hast covered my head in the day of armour.

The righteous doth beat me in kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer is about their vexations.

When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way in which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

Haste, answer me, O Jehovah, My spirit hath been consumed, Hide not Thou Thy face from me, Or I have been compared with those going down to the pit.