A Secret Treasure of David. Preserve me, O God, for I did trust in Thee.

I did place Jehovah before me continually, Because -- at my right hand I am not moved.

In Thee did our fathers trust -- they trusted, And Thou dost deliver them.

Give to them according to their acting, And according to the evil of their doings. According to the work of their hands give to them. Return their deed to them.

I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.

O the happiness of the nation whose God is Jehovah, Of the people He did choose, For an inheritance to Him.

I sought Jehovah, and He answered me, And from all my fears did deliver me.

I -- I said, 'O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'

All this met us, and we did not forget Thee, Nor have we dealt falsely in Thy covenant.

And all men fear, and declare the work of God, And His deed they have considered wisely.

Come, hear, all ye who fear God, And I recount what he did for my soul.

Lift up Thy steps to the perpetual desolations, Everything the enemy did wickedly in the sanctuary.

They said in their hearts, 'Let us oppress them together,' They did burn all the meeting-places of God in the land.

They gave the dead bodies of Thy servants Food for the fowls of the heavens, The flesh of Thy saints For the wild beast of the earth.

Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

To the dead dost Thou do wonders? Do Rephaim rise? do they thank Thee? Selah.

Remember His wonders that He did, His signs and the judgments of His mouth.

And they are coupled to Baal-Peor, And eat the sacrifices of the dead,

The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.

Then filled with laughter is our mouth, And our tongue with singing, Then do they say among nations, 'Jehovah did great things with these.'

Jehovah did great things with us, We have been joyful.

By rivers of Babylon -- There we did sit, Yea, we wept when we remembered Zion.

O daughter of Babylon, O destroyed one, O the happiness of him who repayeth to thee thy deed, That thou hast done to us.

For an enemy hath pursued my soul, He hath bruised to the earth my life, He hath caused me to dwell in dark places, As the dead of old.

For He did strengthen the bars of thy gates, He hath blessed thy sons in thy midst.