Unless the Lord had been my help when I was sore opprest, Almost my soul had in the house of silence been at rest.
Unless the LORD had been my help, My soul had almost dwelt in silence.
Unless the Lord had been my help, I would soon have dwelt in [the land where there is] silence.
Unless Jehovah had been my help, My soul had soon dwelt in silence.
If the LORD hadn’t helped me, I would live instantly in total silence.
The dead, nor who to silence go, God's praise do not record.
Thou sore hast thrust, that I might fall, but my Lord helped me.
They in the Lord that firmly trust shall be like Sion hill, Which at no time can be remov'd, but standeth ever still.
O Lord my God, consider well, and answer to me make: Mine eyes enlighten, lest the sleep of death me overtake:
Let me not be asham'd, O Lord, for on thee call'd I have: Let wicked men be sham'd, let them be silent in the grave.