Hold them guilty, O God;
By their own devices let them fall!
In the multitude of their transgressions thrust them out,
For they are rebellious against You.

My steps have held fast to Your paths.
My feet have not slipped.

Do not be as the horse or as the mule which have no understanding,
Whose trappings include bit and bridle to hold them in check,
Otherwise they will not come near to you.

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

They hold fast to themselves an evil purpose;
They talk of laying snares secretly;
They say, “Who can see them?”

Nevertheless I am continually with You;
You have taken hold of my right hand.

You have held my eyelids open;
I am so troubled that I cannot speak.

If I should say, “My foot has slipped,”
Your lovingkindness, O Lord, will hold me up.

Even there Your hand will lead me,
And Your right hand will lay hold of me.