The Lord is my Rock, my walled town, and my saviour; my God, my Rock, in him will I put my faith; my breastplate, and the horn of my salvation, and my high tower.

In my trouble my voice went up to the Lord, and my cry to my God: my voice came to his hearing in his holy Temple, and my prayer came before him, even into his ears.

The Lord is my strength and my breastplate, my heart had faith in him and I am helped; for this cause my heart is full of rapture, and I will give him praise in my song.

My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

Let my prayer come to your ears, O Lord, and give attention to my cry, make an answer to my weeping: for my time here is short before you, and in a little time I will be gone, like all my fathers.

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.

My flesh and my heart are wasting away: but God is the Rock of my heart and my eternal heritage.

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.

I made my wrongdoing clear to you, and did not keep back my sin. I said, I will put it all before the Lord; and you took away my wrongdoing and my sin. (Selah.)

Let the words of my mouth and the thoughts of my heart be pleasing in your eyes, O Lord, my strength and my salvation.

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;

In God is my salvation, and my glory; the Rock of my strength, and my safe place.

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;

I am tired with my crying; my throat is burning: my eyes are wasted with waiting for my God.

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