Psalms 71
1 In you, LORD, I take refuge. Never let me be disappointed.
In thee, O Yahweh, have I sought refuge, May I not be ashamed unto times age-abiding:
2 Deliver me in your righteousness, and rescue me. Turn your ear to me, and save me.
In thy righteousness, wilt thou rescue me, and deliver me, Incline unto me thine ear, and save me:
3 Be to me a rock of refuge to which I may always go. Give the command to save me, for you are my rock and my fortress.
Be thou unto me, a Rock to dwell in, a Place of Security, To save me, For, my mountain crag and my stronghold, thou art.
4 Rescue me, my God, from the hand of the wicked, from the hand of the unrighteous and cruel man.
Oh my God, deliver me, From the hand of the lawless one, From the clutch of the perverse and ruthless one;
5 For you are my hope, LORD; my confidence from my youth.
For, thou, art my hope, My Lord, Yahweh, My confidence from my youthful days:
6 I have relied on you from the womb. From my mother's womb you are my strength. I will always praise you.
Upon thee, have I stayed myself from birth, Thou art he that severed me, from the body of my mother, Of thee, shall be my praise—continually.
7 I am a marvel to many, but you are my strong refuge.
A very wonder, have I been unto many, Seeing that, thou, hast been my strong refuge,
8 My mouth shall be filled with your praise, with your honor all the day.
My mouth shall be filled with, thy praise, All the day, with thy splendour.
9 Do not reject me in my old age. Do not forsake me when my strength fails.
Do not cast me off in the time of old age, When my vigour faileth, do not forsake me;
10 For my enemies talk about me. Those who watch for my soul conspire together,
For mine enemies have spoken of me, And, they who watch for my life, have taken counsel together;
11 saying, "God has forsaken him. Pursue and take him, for no one will rescue him."
Saying, God, hath forsaken him, Pursue and take him, For there is none to rescue.
12 God, do not be far from me. My God, hurry to help me.
O God, be not far from me, O my God, to help me, make haste!
13 Let my accusers be put to shame and consumed. Let them be covered with disgrace and scorn who want to harm me.
Let them be ashamed—be consumed, Who are assailing my life, —Let them be covered with reproach and confusion, Who are seeking my hurt.
14 But I will always hope, and will add to all of your praise.
But, I, continually will hope, And will add to all thy praise;
15 My mouth will tell about your righteousness, and of your salvation all day, though I do not know its full measure.
My mouth, shall relate thy righteousness, All the day, thy deliverance, For I know not the numbers.
16 I will come with the mighty acts of the Lord GOD. I will make mention of your righteousness, even of yours alone.
I will enter into the mighty doings of My Lord—Yahweh, I will make mention of thy righteousness—thine alone.
17 God, you have taught me from my youth. Until now, I have declared your wondrous works.
O God, thou hast taught me from my youthful days, And, hitherto, have I been wont to tell of thy wonders;
18 Yes, even when I am old and gray-haired, God, do not forsake me, until I have declared your strength to the next generation, your might to everyone who is to come.
Even now, therefore, that I am old and grayheaded, O God, do not forsake me, —Until I tell of thine arm unto a [new] generation, Unto every one that is to come, thy might;
19 Your righteousness also, God, reaches to the heavens; you have done great things. God, who is like you?
And, as for thy righteousness, O God, up on high, Wherein thou hast wrought great things, O God! who is like unto thee?
20 You, who have shown us many and bitter troubles, you will let me live. You will bring us up again from the depths of the earth.
Thou who hast let us see many distresses and misfortunes, Wilt again bring us to life, And, out of the resounding depths of the earth, wilt again raise us up;
21 Increase my honor, and comfort me again.
Thou wilt increase my greatness, And, on every side, wilt comfort me.
22 I will also praise you with the harp for your faithfulness, my God. I sing praises to you with the lyre, Holy One of Israel.
I also, will praise thee by the aid of a harp, Thy faithfulness, O my God, —I will make music unto thee with a lyre, Thou holy one of Israel;
23 My lips shall shout for joy. My soul, which you have redeemed, sings praises to you.
My lips shall make a joyful noise, When I make music unto thee, And my soul which thou hast ransomed;
24 My tongue will also talk about your righteousness all day long, for they are disappointed, and they are confounded, who want to harm me.
Even my tongue, all the day, shall softly utter thy righteousness, For they have turned pale—for they have blushed, Who were seeking my hurt.
