Hold them guilty, O God; Let them fall by their own counsels; Thrust them out in the multitude of their transgressions; For they have rebelled against thee.

My steps have held fast to thy paths, My feet have not slipped.

Be ye not as the horse, or as the mule, which have no understanding; Whose trappings must be bit and bridle to hold them in, Else they will not come near unto thee.

Take hold of shield and buckler, And stand up for my help.

I was dumb with silence, I held my peace, even from good; And my sorrow was stirred.

Hear my prayer, O Jehovah, and give ear unto my cry; Hold not thy peace at my tears: For I am a stranger with thee, A sojourner, as all my fathers were.

These things I remember, and pour out my soul within me, How I went with the throng, and led them to the house of God, With the voice of joy and praise, a multitude keeping holyday.

Trembling took hold of them there, Pain, as of a woman in travail.

O God, keep not thou silence: Hold not thy peace, and be not still, O God.

When I said, My foot slippeth; Thy lovingkindness, O Jehovah, held me up.

Hold not thy peace, O God of my praise;

The cords of death compassed me, And the pains of Sheol gat hold upon me: I found trouble and sorrow.

Hot indignation hath taken hold upon me, Because of the wicked that forsake thy law.

Hold thou me up, and I shall be safe, And shall have respect unto thy statutes continually.

Trouble and anguish have taken hold on me; Yet thy commandments are my delight.

Even there shall thy hand lead me, And thy right hand shall hold me.