{To the chief Musician. Upon Sheminith. A Psalm of David.} Save, Jehovah, for the godly man is gone; for the faithful have failed from among the children of men.

They have all gone aside, they are together become corrupt: there is none that doeth good, not even one.

Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their language to the extremity of the world. In them hath he set a tent for the sun,

I have not sat with vain persons, neither have I gone in with dissemblers;

For mine iniquities are gone over my head: as a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

Thou, O Jehovah my God, hast multiplied thy marvellous works, and thy thoughts toward us: they cannot be reckoned up in order unto thee; would I declare and speak them, they are more than can be numbered.

Deep calleth unto deep at the noise of thy cataracts; all thy breakers and thy billows are gone over me.

Kings' daughters are among thine honourable women; upon thy right hand doth stand the queen in gold of Ophir.

God is gone up amid shouting, Jehovah amid the sound of the trumpet.

None can by any means redeem his brother, nor give to God a ransom for him,

{To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David; when Nathan the prophet came to him, after he had gone in to Bath-sheba.} Be gracious unto me, O God, according to thy loving-kindness; according to the abundance of thy tender mercies, blot out my transgressions.

Every one of them is gone back, they are together become corrupt: there is none that doeth good, not even one.

In God will I praise his word, in God I put my confidence: I will not fear; what can flesh do unto me?

In God have I put my confidence: I will not fear; what can man do unto me?

But as for me, my feet were almost gone, my steps had well nigh slipped;

And they say, How can God know, and is there knowledge in the Most High?

Thou, thou art to be feared, and who can stand before thee when once thou art angry?

Thy fierce anger hath gone over me; thy terrors have brought me to nought:

For who in the heaven can be compared to Jehovah? who among the sons of the mighty shall be likened to Jehovah?

My covenant will I not profane, nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips.

For the wind passeth over it, and it is gone, and the place thereof knoweth it no more.

Who can utter the mighty acts of Jehovah? who can shew forth all his praise?

I am gone like a shadow when it lengtheneth; I am tossed about like the locust;

Jehovah is for me, I will not fear; what can man do unto me?

Incline my heart unto thy testimonies, and not to gain.

I have gone astray like a lost sheep: seek thy servant; for I have not forgotten thy commandments.

Then the waters had overwhelmed us, a torrent had gone over our soul;

Then the proud waters had gone over our soul.

Our kine laden with young; no breaking in and no going forth, and no outcry in our streets.

He casteth forth his ice like morsels: who can stand before his cold?