Unless Jehovah `were' a help to me, My soul had almost inhabited silence.
The dead praise not Jah, Nor any going down to silence.
Thou hast sorely thrust me to fall, And Jehovah hath helped me.
A Song of the Ascents. Those trusting in Jehovah `are' as Mount Zion, It is not moved -- to the age it abideth.
Look attentively; Answer me, O Jehovah, my God, Enlighten mine eyes, lest I sleep in death,
O Jehovah, let me not be ashamed, For I have called Thee, let the wicked be ashamed, Let them become silent to Sheol.
and now it hath come, that ye may be scattered, each to his own things, and me ye may leave alone, and I am not alone, because the Father is with me;