If the Lord had not been my help, my soul would soon have lived in the land of silence.
The dead do not praise the Lord, nor do any who go down into silence.
I was pushed hard, so that I was falling, but the Lord helped me.
Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be moved but abides forever.
Consider and answer me, O Lord my God! Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep the sleep of death,
Do not let me be put to shame, O Lord, for I call on you; let the wicked be put to shame; let them go dumbfounded to Sheol.
The hour is coming, indeed it has come, when you will be scattered, each one to his home, and you will leave me alone. Yet I am not alone because the Father is with me.