Be to me a rock of refuge to which I may always go. Give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.
I have relied on you from the womb. You are he who took me out of my mother’s womb. I will always praise you.
Let my accusers be disappointed and consumed. Let them be covered with disgrace and scorn who want to harm me.
My mouth will tell about your righteousness, and of your salvation all day, though I don’t know its full measure.
I will come with the mighty acts of the Lord Yahweh. I will make mention of your righteousness, even of yours alone.
Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, God, don’t forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next generation, your might to everyone who is to come.
God, your righteousness also reaches to the heavens. You have done great things. God, who is like you?
You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, you will let me live. You will bring us up again from the depths of the earth.
I will also praise you with the harp for your faithfulness, my God. I sing praises to you with the lyre, Holy One of Israel.