Behold, he labors in pain with iniquity, and he has conceived mischief, and has brought forth falsehood.

My steps have been held in Your paths, so that my footsteps have not slipped.

Look on my affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.

Hide not Your face from me. Turn not Your servant away in anger; You have been my help; leave me not, neither forsake me, O God of my salvation.

I have been young, and am old; yet I have not seen the righteous forsaken, or his seed begging bread.

For I am ready to fall, and my pain is always before me.

I became dumb, keeping still; I was silent, from good; and my pain was stirred.

My tears have been my food day and night, while they say to me all the day, Where is your God?

To the Chief Musician. Concerning the Lilies, for the sons of Korah, a contemplation; A Song of Loves. My heart is overflowing with a good matter; I speak of my works to the King; my tongue is the pen of a ready writer.

Fear took hold on them there, and pain, like a woman in labor.

But I will sing of Your power; yes, I will sing aloud of Your mercy in the morning; for You have been my strong tower and hiding-place in the day of my trouble.

For You have been a shelter for me, a strong tower before the enemy.

Because You have been my help, therefore in the shadow of Your wings I will rejoice.

For all the day long I have been plagued, and chastened every morning.

How have they been brought into grief, as in a moment! They are fully eaten up with terrors,

The stouthearted have been stripped; they slept their sleep; and none of the men of might have found their hands.

The haters of Jehovah would have been found liars to Him, and their time would have lasted forever.

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm for the sons of Korah. O Jehovah, You have been gracious to Your land; You have brought back the captivity of Jacob.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up; while I suffer Your terrors, I pine away.

But You have cast off and rejected us; You have been angry with Your anointed.

A Prayer of Moses, the man of God. O Jehovah, You have been our dwelling-place in all generations.

Unless Jehovah had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.

Jehovah has been mindful of us; He will bless us; He will bless the house of Israel; He will bless the house of Aaron.

Your Precepts have been my songs in the house of my pilgrimage.

It is good for me that I have been afflicted, so that I might learn Your Precepts.

Unless Your Law had been my delight, I should then have perished in my affliction.