{To the Chanter, of David, to bring remembrance} Haste thee, O God, to deliver me; make haste to help me, O LORD.

Let them be ashamed and confounded that seek after my soul; let them be turned backward, and put to confusion that wish me evil.

Let them soon be brought to shame, that cry over me, "There! there!"

But let all those that seek thee be joyful and glad in thee, and let all such as delight in thy salvation say always, "The LORD be praised."

As for me, I am poor and in misery; haste thee unto me, O God. Thou art my help, my redeemer, and my God: O make no long tarrying.