Psalms 71

¹ In thee, O LORD, do I take refuge; let me never be put to shame!

² In thy righteousness deliver me and rescue me; incline thy ear to me, and save me!

³ Be thou to me a rock of refuge, a strong fortress, to save me, for thou art my rock and my fortress.

⁴ Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the grasp of the unjust and cruel man.

⁵ For thou, O Lord, art my hope, my trust, O LORD, from my youth.

⁶ Upon thee I have leaned from my birth; thou art he who took me from my mother's womb. My praise is continually of thee.

⁷ I have been as a portent to many; but thou art my strong refuge.

⁸ My mouth is filled with thy praise, and with thy glory all the day.

⁹ Do not cast me off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength is spent.

¹⁰ For my enemies speak concerning me, those who watch for my life consult together,

¹¹ and say, "God has forsaken him; pursue and seize him, for there is none to deliver him."

¹² O God, be not far from me; O my God, make haste to help me!

¹³ May my accusers be put to shame and consumed; with scorn and disgrace may they be covered who seek my hurt.

¹⁴ But I will hope continually, and will praise thee yet more and more.

¹⁵ My mouth will tell of thy righteous acts, of thy deeds of salvation all the day, for their number is past my knowledge.

¹⁶ With the mighty deeds of the Lord GOD I will come, I will praise thy righteousness, thine alone.

¹⁷ O God, from my youth thou hast taught me, and I still proclaim thy wondrous deeds.

¹⁸ So even to old age and gray hairs, O God, do not forsake me, till I proclaim thy might to all the generations to come. Thy power

¹⁹ and thy righteousness, O God, reach the high heavens. Thou who hast done great things, O God, who is like thee?

²⁰ Thou who hast made me see many sore troubles wilt revive me again; from the depths of the earth thou wilt bring me up again.

²¹ Thou wilt increase my honor, and comfort me again.

²² I will also praise thee with the harp for thy faithfulness, O my God; I will sing praises to thee with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.

²³ My lips will shout for joy, when I sing praises to thee; my soul also, which thou hast rescued.

²⁴ And my tongue will talk of thy righteous help all the day long, for they have been put to shame and disgraced who sought to do me hurt.