Psalms.
Chapter 71.
In thee, O Jehovah, do I take refuge: Let me never be put to shame. 
Deliver me in thy righteousness, and rescue me: Bow down thine ear unto me, and save me. 
Be thou to me a rock of habitation, whereunto I may continually resort: Thou hast given commandment to save me; For thou art my rock and my fortress. 
Rescue me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, Out of the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man. 
For thou art my hope, O Lord Jehovah: Thou art my trust from my youth. 
By thee have I been holden up from the womb; Thou art he that took me out of my mother’s bowels: My praise shall be continually of thee. 
I am as a wonder unto many; But thou art my strong refuge. 
My mouth shall be filled with thy praise, And with thy honor all the day. 
Cast me not off in the time of old age; Forsake me not when my strength faileth. 
For mine enemies speak concerning me; And they that watch for my soul take counsel together, 
Saying, God hath forsaken him: Pursue and take him; for there is none to deliver. 
O God, be not far from me; O my God, make haste to help me. 
Let them be put to shame and consumed that are adversaries to my soul; Let them be covered with reproach and dishonor that seek my hurt. 
But I will hope continually, And will praise thee yet more and more. 
My mouth shall tell of thy righteousness, And of thy salvation all the day; For I know not the numbers thereof. 
I will come with the mighty acts of the Lord Jehovah: I will make mention of thy righteousness, even of thine only. 
O God, thou hast taught me from my youth; And hitherto have I declared thy wondrous works. 
Yea, even when I am old and gray-headed, O God, forsake me not, Until I have declared thy strength unto the next generation, Thy might to everyone that is to come. 
Thy righteousness also, O God, is very high; Thou who hast done great things, O God, who is like unto thee? 
Thou, who hast shown us many and sore troubles, Wilt quicken us again, And wilt bring us up again from the depths of the earth. 
Increase thou my greatness, And turn again and comfort me. 
I will also praise thee with the psaltery, Even thy truth, O my God: Unto thee will I sing praises with the harp, O thou Holy One of Israel. 
My lips shall shout for joy when I sing praises unto thee; And my soul, which thou hast redeemed. 
My tongue also shall talk of thy righteousness all the day long; For they are put to shame, for they are confounded, that seek my hurt. 
