1 In You, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, I have taken refuge;
Let me never be ashamed.
2 In Your righteousness deliver and rescue me;
Incline Your ear to me, and save me.
3 Be to me a rock to dwell in,
To go into continually.
You have given the command to save me,
For You are my rock and my stronghold.
4 Rescue me, O my Elohim,
Out of the hand of the wicked,
Out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel.
5 For You are my expectation,
Aḏonai 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄, my trust from my youth.
6 Upon You I have leaned from my birth;
You took me out of my mother’s womb.
My praise is continually of You.
7 I have become as a wonder to many,
But You are my strong refuge.
8 My mouth is filled, Your praise,
Your splendour, all the day.
9 Do not cast me off in the time of old age,
When my strength fails, do not forsake me.
10 For my enemies have spoken against me.
And those who watch for my life
Have taken counsel together,
11 Saying, “Elohim has forsaken him;
Pursue and take him, for there is no one to deliver.”
12 O Elohim, do not be far from me;
My Elohim, hasten to my help!
13 Let those who are adversaries of my life
Be ashamed, consumed,
Let those who seek my evil
Be covered with reproach and confusion.
14 But I continually wait,
And shall praise You more and more.
15 My mouth recounts Your righteousness
Your deliverance all the day,
Though I do not know numbers.
16 I come in the might of the Aḏon 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄;
I make mention of Your righteousness, Yours alone.
17 Elohim, You have taught me from my youth;
And to this day I declare Your wonders.
18 And also when I am old and grey,
O Elohim, do not forsake me,
Until I declare Your strength to a generation,
Your might to all those who are to come.
19 For Your righteousness, O Elohim, is Most High,
You who have done greatness.
O Elohim, who is like You?
20 You who have shown me great and evil distresses,
Revive me again and bring me up again
From the depths of the earth.
21 You increase my greatness,
And comfort me on every side.
22 Also with the lyre I praise You
For Your trustworthiness,
O my Elohim! I sing to You with the lyre,
O Qadosh One of Yisra’ĕl.
23 My lips shout for joy when I sing to You,
Even my being, which You have redeemed.
24 My tongue, too, utters Your righteousness all day long;
For those who have been seeking my evil
Have been put to shame,
Have become abashed.