Unless the Lord had been my help, my soul would soon have dwelt in the land of silence.
The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence.
You pushed against me violently, that I might fall, but the Lord helped me.
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved, but abides forever.
Consider and answer me, O Lord my God. Enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
Do not let me be ashamed, O Lord, for I have called upon You; let the wicked be ashamed, and let them go silently to Sheol.
Behold, the hour is coming. Yes, it has now come that you will be scattered, each to his own home, and will leave Me alone. Yet I am not alone, for the Father is with Me.