Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:
A psalm for David, at the finishing of the tabernacle. Bring to the Lord, O ye children of God: bring to the Lord the offspring of rams.
Save, O Lord, thy people, and bless thy inheritance: and rule them and exalt them for ever.
For he shall deliver the poor from the mighty: and the needy that had no helper.
For hell shall not confess to thee, neither shall death praise thee: nor shall they that go down into the pit look for thy truth.
Bless the Lord, O my soul, and never forget all he hath done for thee.
Let them be confounded and ashamed that seek my soul:
Men withering away for fear, and expectation of what shall come upon the whole world. For the powers of heaven shall be moved;
For I will not contend for ever, neither will I be angry unto the end: because the spirit shall go forth from my face, end breathings I will make.
And I will wait for the Lord who hath hid his face from the house of Jacob: and I will look for him.
For thou art my patience, O Lord: my hope, O Lord, from my youth;
Lord, thou hast blessed thy land: thou hast turned away the captivity of Jacob.
Hope that is deferred afflicteth the soul: desire when it cometh is a tree of life.