Lest they tear my soul like a lion, rending it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

For I have heard the slander of many: fear was on every side: while they took counsel together against me, they devised to take away my life.

For yet a little while, and the wicked shall not be: yea, you shall diligently consider his place, and it shall not be.

[To the Chief Musician. To Jeduthun. A Psalm of David.] I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue: I will keep my mouth with a bridle, while the wicked are before me.

My heart was hot within me, while I was meditating the fire burned: then spoke I with my tongue,

My tears have been my food day and night, while they continually say unto me, Where is your God?

As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?

Though while he lived he blessed his soul: and men will praise you, when you do well for yourself.

Thus will I bless you while I live: I will lift up my hands in your name.

I am weary from my crying: my throat is dried: my eyes fail while I wait for my God.

They were not separated from their desire. But while their food was yet in their mouths,

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up: while I suffer your terrors I am distracted.

I will sing unto the LORD as long as I live: I will sing praise to my God while I have my being.

Let the wicked fall into their own nets, while I thus escape.

While I live will I praise the LORD: I will sing praises unto my God while I have any being.