Unless Jehovah had been my help, My soul had soon dwelt in silence.
Let me not be put to shame, O Jehovah; for I have called upon thee: Let the wicked be put to shame, let them be silent in Sheol.
Thou didst thrust sore at me that I might fall; But Jehovah helped me.
The dead praise not Jehovah, Neither any that go down into silence;
Consider and answer me, O Jehovah my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;
They that trust in Jehovah Are as mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abideth for ever.
Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is come, that ye shall be scattered, every man to his own, and shall leave me alone: and yet I am not alone, because the Father is with me.