For You are He who took Me out of the womb, causing Me to trust while on My mother's breasts.

It is but a little while, and the wicked shall not be; yea, you shall search his place, and he shall not be.

To the Chief Musician, to Jeduthun. A Psalm of David. I said, I will take heed to my ways so that I do not sin 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 musing, the fire burned; I spoke with my tongue:

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

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

So I will 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 turned away from their lust, but while their food was still in their mouths,

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

I will sing to Jehovah 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 together, while I escape.

While I live I will praise Jehovah; I will sing praises to my God while I have any being.