Psalm 71

In You, O YHWH, I have trusted, || Do not let me be disappointed for all time.

You deliver me in Your righteousness, || And cause me to escape, || Incline Your ear to me, and save me.

Be a rock to me—a habitation, || To go in continually, || You have given command to save me, || For You [are] my rock and my bulwark.

O my God, cause me to escape || From the hand of the wicked, || From the hand of the perverse and violent.

For You [are] my hope, O Lord YHWH, || My trust from my youth.

I have been supported from the womb by You, || You cut me out from my mother’s bowels, || My praise [is] continually in You.

I have been as a wonder to many, || And You [are] my strong refuge.

My mouth is filled [with] Your praise, || All the day [with] Your beauty.

Do not cast me off at the time of old age, || Do not forsake me according to the consumption of my power.

For my enemies have spoken against me, || And those watching my soul have taken counsel together,

Saying, “God has forsaken him, || Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.”

O God, do not be far from me, || O my God, make haste for my help.

They are ashamed, they are consumed, || Who are opposing my soul, || They are covered [with] reproach and blushing, || Who are seeking my evil,

And I continually wait with hope, || And have added to all Your praise.

My mouth recounts Your righteousness, || All the day Your salvation, || For I have not known the numbers.

I come in [the] might of Lord YHWH, || I mention Your righteousness—Yours alone.

God, You have taught me from my youth, || And until now I declare Your wonders.

And also to old age and grey hairs, || O God, do not forsake me, || Until I declare Your strength to a generation, || Your might to everyone that comes.

And Your righteousness, O God, [is] to the heights, || Because You have done great things, || O God, who [is] like You?

Because You have showed me many and sad distresses, || You turn back—You revive me, || And from the depths of the earth, || You turn back—You bring me up.

You increase my greatness, || And You surround—You comfort me,

I also thank You with a vessel of stringed instrument, || Your truth, O my God, I sing to You with a harp, || O Holy One of Israel,

My lips cry aloud when I sing praise to You, || And my soul that You have redeemed,

My tongue also utters Your righteousness all the day, || Because ashamed—because confounded, || Have been those seeking my evil!