Psalm 71

PSALM 71

¹In thee, O Lord, do I take refuge;

let me never be put to shame!

²In thy righteousness deliver me and rescue me;

incline thy ear to me, and save me!

³Be thou to me a rock of refuge,

a strong fortress, to save me,

for thou art my rock and my fortress.

⁴Rescue me, O my God, from the hand of the wicked,

from the grasp of the unjust and cruel man.

⁵For thou, O Lord, art my hope,

my trust, O Lord, from my youth.

⁶Upon thee I have leaned from my birth;

thou art he who took me from my mother’s womb.

My praise is continually of thee.

⁷I have been as a portent to many;

but thou art my strong refuge.

⁸My mouth is filled with thy praise,

and with thy glory all the day.

⁹Do not cast me off in the time of old age;

forsake me not when my strength is spent.

¹⁰For my enemies speak concerning me,

those who watch for my life consult together,

¹¹and say, “God has forsaken him;

pursue and seize him,

for there is none to deliver him.”

¹²O God, be not far from me;

O my God, make haste to help me!

¹³May my accusers be put to shame and consumed;

with scorn and disgrace may they be covered

who seek my hurt.

¹⁴But I will hope continually,

and will praise thee yet more and more.

¹⁵My mouth will tell of thy righteous acts,

of thy deeds of salvation all the day,

for their number is past my knowledge.

¹⁶With the mighty deeds of the Lord GOD I will come,

I will praise thy righteousness, thine alone.

¹⁷O God, from my youth thou hast taught me,

and I still proclaim thy wondrous deeds.

¹⁸So even to old age and gray hairs,

O God, do not forsake me,

till I proclaim thy might

to all the generations to come.^q

Thy power ¹⁹and thy righteousness, O God,

reach the high heavens.

Thou who hast done great things,

O God, who is like thee?

²⁰Thou who hast made me see many sore troubles

wilt revive me again;

from the depths of the earth

thou wilt bring me up again.

²¹Thou wilt increase my honor,

and comfort me again.

²²I 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.

²³My lips will shout for joy,

when I sing praises to thee;

my soul also, which thou hast rescued.

²⁴And 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.