Unless the LORD had been my help, My soul had almost dwelt in silence.
Let me not be ashamed, O LORD; for I have called upon thee: Let the wicked be ashamed, and let them be silent in the grave.
Thou hast thrust sore at me that I might fall: But the LORD helped me.
The dead praise not the LORD, Neither any that go down into silence.
Consider and hear me, O LORD my God: Lighten mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death;
They that trust in the LORD Shall be as mount Zion, Which cannot be removed, But abideth for ever.
Behold, the hour cometh, yea, is now 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.