But as for me, because of your great faithfulness I will enter your house; I will bow down toward your holy temple as I worship you.

Turn toward me and have mercy on me, for I am alone and oppressed!

Hear my plea for mercy when I cry out to you for help, when I lift my hands toward your holy temple!

For the music director; By David, a psalm. I relied completely on the Lord, and he turned toward me and heard my cry for help.

You made us an object of ridicule among the nations; foreigners treat us with contempt.

For we lie in the dirt, with our bellies pressed to the ground.

My own brothers treat me like a stranger; they act as if I were a foreigner.

Answer me, O Lord, for your loyal love is good! Because of your great compassion, turn toward me!

Turn toward me and have mercy on me! Give your servant your strength! Deliver your slave!

They treat me like those who descend into the grave. I am like a helpless man,

Turn back toward us, O Lord! How long must this suffering last? Have pity on your servants!

For he will look down from his sanctuary above; from heaven the Lord will look toward earth,

He raises the poor from the dirt, and lifts up the needy from the garbage pile,

(Dalet) I collapse in the dirt. Revive me with your word!

Take away the insults that I dread! Indeed, your regulations are good.

Turn toward me and extend mercy to me, as you typically do to your loyal followers.

A song of ascents. I look up toward the hills. From where does my help come?

A song of ascents. I look up toward you, the one enthroned in heaven.

Lift your hands toward the sanctuary and praise the Lord!

I will bow down toward your holy temple, and give thanks to your name, because of your loyal love and faithfulness, for you have exalted your promise above the entire sky.