Many are saying of my soul, `There is no salvation for him in God.' Selah.
Save `for' Jehovah -- who hath been for us, In the rising up of man against us,
All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,
My voice `is' unto Jehovah: I call: And He answereth me from his holy hill, Selah.
Of Jehovah `is' this salvation; On Thy people `is' Thy blessing! Selah.
Sons of men! till when `is' my glory for shame? Ye love a vain thing, ye seek a lie. Selah.
`Tremble ye, and do not sin;' Say ye `thus' in your heart on your bed, And be ye silent. Selah.
With a sword in my bones Have mine adversaries reproached me, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
My tear hath been to me bread day and night, In their saying unto me all the day, `Where `is' thy God?'
Saying, `God hath forsaken him, Pursue and catch him, for there is no deliverer.'
Thou hast gone forth for the salvation of Thy people, For salvation with Thine anointed, Thou hast smitten the head of the house of the wicked, Laying bare the foundation unto the neck. Pause!
God from Teman doth come, The Holy One from mount Paran. Pause! Covered the heavens hath His majesty, And His praise hath filled the earth.
Utterly naked Thou dost make Thy bow, Sworn are the tribes -- saying, `Pause!' `With' rivers Thou dost cleave the earth.