You took me from the womb,
making me secure while at my mother’s breast.

Do not drag me away with the wicked,
with the evildoers,
who speak in friendly ways with their neighbors
while malice is in their hearts.

A little while, and the wicked person will be no more;
though you look for him, he will not be there.

My tears have been my food day and night,
while all day long people say to me,
“Where is your God?”

My adversaries taunt me,
as if crushing my bones,
while all day long they say to me,
“Where is your God?”

They stir up strife, they lurk;
they watch my steps
while they wait to take my life.

While you lie among the sheepfolds,
the wings of a dove are covered with silver,
and its feathers with glistening gold.

May he continue while the sun endures
and as long as the moon, throughout all generations.

Before they had satisfied their desire,
while the food was still in their mouths,

I will sing to the Lord all my life;
I will sing praise to my God while I live.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets,
while I pass by safely.