Unless the Lord had been my help, My soul would soon have settled in silence.
Do not let me be ashamed, O Lord, for I have called upon You; Let the wicked be ashamed; Let them be silent in the grave.
You pushed me violently, that I might fall, But the Lord helped me.
The dead do not praise the Lord, Nor any who go down into silence.
Consider and hear me, O Lord my God; Enlighten my eyes, Lest I sleep the sleep of death;
Those who trust in the Lord Are like Mount Zion, Which cannot be moved, but abides forever.
Indeed the hour is coming, yes, has now come, that you will be scattered, each to his own, and will leave Me alone. And yet I am not alone, because the Father is with Me.