By this I will know you are pleased with me, that my enemy no longer shouts in triumph over me.
But he seats them upon thrones with kings, exalted forever.
The arms of the wicked will be broken, while the Lord will sustain the righteous.
Father, they are your gift to me. I wish that where I am they also may be with me, that they may see my glory that you gave me, because you loved me before the foundation of the world.
You indeed are my savior, and in the shadow of your wings I shout for joy.
Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.
Let integrity and uprightness preserve me; I wait for you, O Lord.
When I say, “My foot is slipping,” your mercy, Lord, holds me up.
I am just—let me see your face; when I awake, let me be filled with your presence.
You will show me the path to life, abounding joy in your presence, the delights at your right hand forever.
I praise you, Lord, for you raised me up and did not let my enemies rejoice over me.