The Lord is my rock,
my fortress, and my deliverer,
my God, my mountain where I seek refuge,
my shield and the horn of my salvation,
my stronghold.

He is my faithful love and my fortress,
my stronghold and my deliverer.
He is my shield, and I take refuge in Him;
He subdues my people under me.

In my trouble I will call upon the LORD, and complain unto my God. So he shall hear my voice out of his holy temple, and my complaint shall come before him: it shall enter even into his ears. {TYNDALE: In my tribulation I called to the LORD, and cried to my God. And he heard my voice out of his temple, and my cry entered into his ears.}

The Lord is my strength and my shield;
my heart trusts in Him, and I am helped.
Therefore my heart rejoices,
and I praise Him with my song.

Indeed, my life is consumed with grief
and my years with groaning;
my strength has failed
because of my sinfulness,
and my bones waste away.

My eye also shall see my desire on my enemies, and my ears shall hear my desire of the wicked that rise up against me.

Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, LORD, my Rock, and my redeemer.

I am weary with my groaning. Every night I flood my bed. I drench my couch with my tears.

My loved ones and my friends keep their distance because of my affliction. My kinsmen stand far away.

"Hear my prayer, LORD, and give ear to my cry. Do not be silent at my tears. For I am a stranger with you, a foreigner, as all my fathers were.

Why are you in despair, my soul? Why are you disturbed within me? Hope in God. For I shall still praise him: my Savior, my helper, and my God.

I acknowledged my sin to you. I did not hide my iniquity. I said, I will confess my transgressions to the LORD, and you forgave the iniquity of my sin. Selah.

But as for me, when they were sick, my clothing was sackcloth. I afflicted my soul with fasting; and my prayer returned into my own bosom.

I am weary with my crying. My throat is dry. My eyes fail, looking for my God.

You know my reproach, my shame, and my dishonor. My adversaries are all before you.

My flesh and my heart fails, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is the defense of my head. Judah is my scepter.

With God is my salvation and my honor. The rock of my strength, and my refuge, is in God.

Gilead is mine. Manasseh is mine. Ephraim also is my helmet. Judah is my scepter.

Stir up yourself, and awake to my defense, even unto my cause, my God and my Lord.

For the choir director: according to “The Deer of the Dawn.” A Davidic psalm.My God, my God, why have You forsaken me?
Why are You so far from my deliverance
and from my words of groaning?

For the choir director, for Jeduthun. A Davidic psalm.I said, “I will guard my ways
so that I may not sin with my tongue;
I will guard my mouth with a muzzle
as long as the wicked are in my presence.”

Thou also shalt light my candle; the LORD my God shall make my darkness to be light. {TYNDALE: Thou art my light, O LORD, and the LORD shall light my darkness.}

Hear the voice of my supplications, In my crying unto Thee, In my lifting up my hands toward thy holy oracle.

But I [am] poor and needy. Let my Lord consider me. You [are] my help and my deliverer. O my God, do not delay.

O hearken thou unto the voice of my petition, my King and my God; for unto thee will I make my prayer.

Then let mine enemy persecute my soul, and take me. Yea, let him tread my life down upon the earth, and lay mine honor in the dust. Selah.

The LORD shall reward me after my righteous dealing; according to the cleanness of my hands shall he recompense me, {TYNDALE: The LORD rewarded me according to my righteousness, and according to the pureness of my hands he dealt with me.}

Therefore shall the LORD reward me after my righteous dealing, and according unto the cleanness of my hands in his eyesight. {TYNDALE: And the LORD did to me again, according to my righteousness, and after my pureness that I had in his sight.}

He teacheth my hands to fight, and mine arms shall bend even a bow of steel. {TYNDALE: And teacheth my hands to fight, that a bow of brass is too weak for mine arms.}

My friends and my neighbors will stand from before my stroke, and my kindred stood from far off.

My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

Who says of the Lord, He is my safe place and my tower of strength: he is my God, in whom is my hope.

Be my strong Rock, the strong place of my salvation; for you are my Rock, and my safe place.

You have been my support from the day of my birth; you took me out of my mother's body; my praise will be ever of you.

In the day of my trouble, my heart was turned to the Lord: my hand was stretched out in the night without resting; my soul would not be comforted.

The memory of my song comes back to me in the night; my thoughts are moving in my heart; my spirit is searching with care.

If I let you go out of my thoughts, and if I do not put Jerusalem before my greatest joy, let my tongue be fixed to the roof of my mouth.

My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.

To you, O my strength, will I make my song: because God is my high tower, even the God of my mercy.

Gilead is mine, and Manasseh is mine; and Ephraim is the strength of my head; Judah is my law-giver;

O God, you are my God; early will I make my search for you: my soul is dry for need of you, my flesh is wasted with desire for you, as a dry and burning land where no water is;

Because it has been my saviour from all my trouble; and my eyes have seen the punishment of my haters.

By David. The Lord, my protector, deserves praise -- the one who trains my hands for battle, and my fingers for war,

Be gracious to me, LORD, for I am in distress. My eyes have been consumed by my grief along with my soul and my body.

For to thee, O Jehovah my Lord, are mine eyes: in thee I put my trust; thou wilt not make my soul naked.

He will call to Me, ‘You are my Father,
my God, the rock of my salvation.’

But the Lord is my refuge;
my God is the rock of my protection.

Because of the sound of my groaning,
my flesh sticks to my bones.

The Lord is my strength and my song;
He has become my salvation.

You are my shelter and my shield;
I put my hope in Your word.

You observe my travels and my rest;
You are aware of all my ways.