lest they tear apart my soul like a lion, ripping it in pieces, while there is none to deliver.

For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, while they conspire together against me, they plot to take away my life.

For yet a little while, and the wicked will be no more. Yes, though you look for his place, he isn't there.

I said, "I will watch my ways, so that I don't sin with my tongue. I will keep my mouth with a bridle while the wicked is before me."

My heart was hot within me. While I meditated, the fire burned: I spoke with my tongue:

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

As with a sword in my bones, my adversaries reproach me, while they continually ask me, "Where is your God?"

Though while he lived he blessed his soul -- and men praise you when you do well for yourself --

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

while you sleep among the campfires, the wings of a dove sheathed with silver, her feathers with shining gold.

They shall fear you while the sun endures; and as long as the moon, throughout all generations.

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

I will sing to Yahweh as long as I live. I will sing praise to my God while I have any being.

Let the wicked fall together into their own nets, while I pass by. A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

While I live, I will praise Yahweh. I will sing praises to my God as long as I exist.