The Lord supports all who are falling and raises up all who are bowed down.
Strengthen me that I may be safe, ever to contemplate your statutes.
the Lord gives sight to the blind. The Lord raises up those who are bowed down; the Lord loves the righteous.
May stumble, but he will never fall, for the Lord holds his hand.
Foul and festering are my sores because of my folly.
Those times I recall as I pour out my soul, When I would cross over to the shrine of the Mighty One, to the house of God, Amid loud cries of thanksgiving, with the multitude keeping festival.
When I say, “My foot is slipping,” your mercy, Lord, holds me up.