If the Lord were not my help, I would long have been silent in the grave.
The dead do not praise the Lord, not all those go down into silence.
I was hard pressed and falling, but the Lord came to my help.
A song of ascents. Those trusting in the Lord are like Mount Zion, unshakable, forever enduring.
How long must I carry sorrow in my soul, grief in my heart day after day? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your mercy.
Behold, the hour is coming and has arrived when each of you will be scattered to his own home and you will leave me alone. But I am not alone, because the Father is with me.