Lest at any time he seize upon my soul like a lion, while there is no one to redeem me, nor to save.
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In the grave who shall give thee thanks?
For in death there is no remembrance of You; in Sheol (the place of the dead) who will give You thanks?
For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?
No one is going to praise you when they are dead. Who gives you thanks from the grave?
Turn to me, Lord, and rescue my soul. Save me because of your mercy.
Turn to me, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy mercy's sake.
The Lord is the keeper of little ones: I was little and he delivered me.
1 I said in my excess: Every man is a liar.
4 This is the day which the Lord hath made: let us be glad and rejoice therein.
Thou wilt bring me out of this snare, which they have hidden for me: for thou art my protector.
For he hath delivered me from the snare of the hunters: and from the sharp word.
7 The words of the wise are heard in silence, more than the cry of a prince among fools.
2 And they said to him: Where is he? He saith: I know not.