I cry out to you, Lord, I say, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
Do not remember against us the iniquities of our forefathers; let your compassion move quickly ahead of us, for we have been brought very low.
The Lord protects the simple; I was helpless, but he saved me.
The Lord remembered us in our low estate, for his mercy endures forever;
A prayer of David. Hear, Lord, my plea for justice; pay heed to my cry; Listen to my prayer from lips without guile.
No, in all these things we conquer overwhelmingly through him who loved us.
Who will bring a charge against God’s chosen ones? It is God who acquits us.
Hasten to answer me, Lord; for my spirit fails me. Do not hide your face from me, lest I become like those descending to the pit.
Deliver me from evildoers; from the bloodthirsty save me.
I acknowledge my guilt and grieve over my sin.
He reached down from on high and seized me; drew me out of the deep waters.
A psalm of David, when he fled from his son Absalom.
As the old proverb says, ‘From the wicked comes wickedness.’ Thus I will not lay a hand on you.
The enemy has pursued my soul; he has crushed my life to the ground. He has made me dwell in darkness like those long dead.
I believe I shall see the Lord’s goodness in the land of the living.
God is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in distress.
Say to the Lord, “My refuge and fortress, my God in whom I trust.”