IN thee, O LORD, have I put my trust; let me never be put to confusion, * but rid me and deliver me in thy righteousness; incline thine ear unto me, and save me.
 
Be thou my stronghold, whereunto I may alway resort: * thou hast promised to help me, for thou art my house of defence, and my castle.
 
Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the ungodly, * out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
 
For thou, O Lord GOD, art the thing that I long for: * thou art my hope, even from my youth.
 
Through thee have I been holden up ever since I was born: * thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb: my praise shall be alway of thee.
 
I am become as it were a monster unto many, * but my sure trust is in thee.
 
O let my mouth be filled with thy praise, * that I may sing of thy glory and honour all the day long.
 
Cast me not away in the time of age; * forsake me not when my strength faileth me.
 
For mine enemies speak against me; * and they that lay wait for my soul take their counsel together, saying,
 
God hath forsaken him; * persecute him, and take him, for there is none to deliver him.
 
Go not far from me, O God; * my God, haste thee to help me.
 
Let them be confounded and perish that are against my soul; * let them be covered with shame and dishonour that seek to do me evil.
 
As for me, I will patiently abide alway, * and will praise thee more and more.
 
My mouth shall daily speak of thy righteousness and salvation; * for I know no end thereof.
 
I will go forth in the strength of the Lord GOD, *and will make mention of thy righteousness only.
 
Thou, O God, hast taught me from my youth up until now; * therefore will I tell of thy wondrous works.
 
Forsake me not, O God, in mine old age, when I am gray-headed, * until I have showed thy strength unto this generation, and thy power to all them that are yet for to come.
 
Thy righteousness, O God, is very high, * and great things are they that thou hast done: O God, who is like unto thee!
 
O what great troubles and adversities hast thou showed me ! and yet didst thou turn and refresh me; * yea, and broughtest me from the deep of the earth again.
 
Thou hast brought me to great honour, * and comforted me on every side:
 
Therefore will I praise thee, and thy faithfulness, O God, playing upon an instrument of music: * unto thee will I sing upon the harp, O thou Holy One of Israel.
 
My lips will be glad when I sing unto thee; * and so will my soul whom thou hast delivered.
 
My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long; * for they are confounded and brought unto shame that seek to do me evil.

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