Unless Jehovah had been my help, my soul had almost dwelt in silence.
The dead do not praise Jehovah, nor do any who go down into silence.
You have thrust hard at me so that I might fall; but Jehovah helped me.
A Song of degrees. They who trust in Jehovah shall be like Mount Zion; it is not shaken, but remains forever.
Look! Answer me, O Jehovah my God; enlighten my eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death,
Let me not be ashamed, O Jehovah; for I have called on You; Let the wicked be ashamed; let them be silent in the grave.
Behold, the hour comes, yea, has now come, that you will be scattered, each man to his own things, and you will leave Me alone. And yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.