Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, - for dismayed are my bones:

I am weary with my sighing, I flood, through the whole night, my couch, - With my tears, I cause, my bed, to dissolve:

It belongeth unto the holy ones, whom, in his own land, Yahweh, ennobleth, In whom is all his delight

But, I, am a worm and no one, a reproach of men, and despised of a people;

Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, - My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

Turn thou unto me, and show me favour, for, alone and oppressed, I am.

Yahweh, is my light and my salvation, Of whom shall I be afraid? Yahweh, is the refuge of my life, Of whom shall I be in dread?

Though there pitch against me - a camp, my heart shall not fear, - Though there come up against me - a battle, still, am I confident.

Show me favour, O Yahweh, for in distress am I, - Wasted with vexation, is mine eye - my soul and my body;

But, I, had said in mine alarm, I am cut off from before thine eyes, - But, indeed, thou didst hear the voice of my supplication, when I cried for help unto thee.

How happy the son of earth, to whom Yahweh will not reckon iniquity! and in whose spirit is no guile!

Depart from wickedness and do good, Aim at well-being, and pursue it.

Then draw the spear, and close up against my pursuers, Say to my soul, Thy salvation, I am!

Young, have I been, moreover am old, - Yet have I not seen, A righteous man forsaken, Nor his seed begging bread:

I am bent, I am bowed down very low. All the day, have I gloomily walked;

I am benumbed and crushed exceedingly, - I have cried aloud because of the groaning of my heart.

For, I, to halt, am ready, and, my pain, is before me continually;

Let me know, O Yahweh, mine end, And the measure of my days - what it is, I would know how short-lived I am.

I am dumb, I cannot open my mouth, for, thou, hast done it.

Remove from off me thy stroke, Because of the hostility of thy hand, am, I, consumed.

Hear my prayer, O Yahweh, And, unto my cry for help, give ear, At my tears, do not be silent, - For, a sojourner, am, I, with thee, A stranger, like all my fathers.

Look away from me that I may brighten up, Ere yet I depart and am no more.

Then, said I - Lo! I am come, In the written scroll, is it prescribed for me;

Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, - hath magnified his heel against me!

Let be! and know that, I, am God, I will be exalted among the nations, I will be exalted in the earth.

Hear, O my people, and I will speak, O Israel, and I will adjure thee, God, thine own God, I am: -

But, I, am like a flourishing olive-tree, in the house of God, I have put confidence in the lovingkindness of God, for times age-abiding and beyond.

GOD will hear, Yea He will humble them who aforetime sat enthroned . Selah.With whom are no changings, Neither have they revered God.

What day I am afraid, I, unto thee will direct my confidence.

I am weary with mine outcry, Parched is my throat, - Mine eyes have become dim, through waiting for my God.

Then do not hide thy face from thy servant, Because I am in distress, haste thou - answer me!

Reproach hath broken my heart, and I am weak, - Though I waited for one to pity me, yet there was none, And for comforters, yet I found not any.

For, whom, thou thyself, hadst smitten, they pursued, And, unto the pain of thy wounded ones, they must needs add.

I, then, am humbled and in pain, Thy salvation, O God, may it set me on high.

Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, - Until I tell of thine arm unto a new generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;

Nevertheless, I, am continually before thee, Thou hast taken hold of my right hand;

Whom have I in the heavens? And, compared with thee, there is nothing I desire on earth.

I, Yahweh, am thy God, Who brought thee up out of the land of Egypt, - Open wide thy mouth, that I may fill it.

Bow down, O Yahweh, thine ear - answer me, For, oppressed and needy, am I;

All nations whom thou hast made, Shall come in and bow down before thee, O My Lord, That they may glorify thy Name.

I am counted with them who descend into the pit, I have become as a man that is without help;

For whom, in the skies, can one compare unto Yahweh? Or can one liken unto Yahweh, among the sons of the mighty?

With whom my hand shall be firm, Yea, mine arm, shall strengthen him;

Remember how short-lived, I, am, Wherefore, in vain, hast thou created all the sons of Adam?

Saying of Yahweh - My refuge and my fortress, My God, in whom I will trust.

How happy the man whom thou correctest, O Yah! And whom, out of thy law, thou instructest!

I am like the pelican of the desert, I have become as an owl among ruins.

I have watched and am become, Like a bird sitting alone upon a housetop.

He sent Moses his servant, Aaron, whom he had chosen.

And poured out innocent blood, the blood of their sons and their daughters, whom they sacrificed to the idols of Canaan, And the land was polluted with blood-shed;

Let the redeemed of Yahweh say, Whom he hath redeemed from the hand of the adversary;

Let the creditor take aim at all that he hath, and let strangers prey on the fruit of his toil;

For, oppressed and needy, I am, and, my heart, is wounded within me.

As a shadow when it stretcheth out, I am gone, I am shaken off like the locust;

So, I, am become a reproach for them, They see me, they shake their head.

I beseech thee, O Yahweh - for, I, am thy servant, - I, am thy servant, the son of thy handmaid, Thou hast loosened my bonds.

A sojourner, am, I, in the earth, Do not hide from me, thy commandments.

Companion, am I, to all who revere thee, and to them who keep thy precepts.

Thine, am I, - oh save me! For, thy precepts, have I sought.

Thy servant, I am - give me understanding, so shall I get to know thy testimonies.

Small, am I, and despised, Thy precepts, have I not forgotten.

Joyful am I over thy word, Like the finder of spoil in abundance.

I, am for peace, and verily I speak, They, are for war!

I would recount them! Beyond the sands, they multiply, I rouse myself - and am still with thee.

Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, - Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

My lovingkindness and my stronghold, my high tower and my deliverer - mine! My buckler, and he in whom I have sought refuge, - He that subdueth my people under me.