Do not give the life of Your dove to beasts;
do not forget the lives of Your poor people forever.

My soul, praise the Lord,
and do not forget all His benefits.

Though I have become like a wineskin dried by smoke,
I do not forget Your statutes.

My life is constantly in danger,
yet I do not forget Your instruction.

I am insignificant and despised,
but I do not forget Your precepts.

I wander like a lost sheep;
seek Your servant,
for I do not forget Your commands.

Rise up, Lord God! Lift up Your hand.
Do not forget the afflicted.

Do not forget the clamor of Your adversaries,
the tumult of Your opponents that goes up constantly.

Though the ropes of the wicked
were wrapped around me,
I did not forget Your instruction.

For the One who seeks an accounting
for bloodshed remembers them;
He does not forget the cry of the afflicted.

You do not delight in sacrifice and offering;
You open my ears to listen.
You do not ask for a whole burnt offering or a sin offering.

My God, I trust in You.
Do not let me be disgraced;
do not let my enemies gloat over me.

God, haven’t You rejected us?
God, You do not march out with our armies.

You do not want a sacrifice, or I would give it;
You are not pleased with a burnt offering.

God, haven’t You rejected us?
God, You do not march out with our armies.

But my eyes look to You, Lord God.
I seek refuge in You; do not let me die.

But You have rejected and humiliated us;
You do not march out with our armies.

My God, I cry by day, but You do not answer,
by night, yet I have no rest.