King James VersionPsalms71

Psalms

1 In thee, O LORD, do I put my trust: let me nev­er be put to con­fu­sion.
2 De­liv­er me in thy righ­teous­ness, and cause me to es­cape: in­cline thine ear unto me, and save me.
3 Be thou my strong habi­ta­tion, where­un­to I may con­tin­u­al­ly re­sort: thou hast giv­en com­mand­ment to save me; for thou art my rock and my fortress.
4 De­liv­er me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked, out of the hand of the un­righ­teous and cru­el man.
5 For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.
6 By thee have I been hold­en up from the womb: thou art he that took me out of my mother's bow­els: my praise shall be con­tin­u­al­ly of thee.
7 I am as a won­der unto many; but thou art my strong refuge.
8 Let my mouth be filled with thy praise and with thy hon­our all the day.
9 Cast me not off in the time of old age; for­sake me not when my strength faileth.
10 For mine en­e­mies speak against me; and they that lay wait for my soul take coun­sel to­geth­er,
11 Say­ing, God hath for­sak­en him: per­se­cute and take him; for there is none to de­liv­er him.
12 O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste for my help.
13 Let them be con­found­ed and con­sumed that are ad­ver­saries to my soul; let them be cov­ered with re­proach and dis­hon­our that seek my hurt.
14 But I will hope con­tin­u­al­ly, and will yet praise thee more and more.
15 My mouth shall shew forth thy righ­teous­ness and thy sal­va­tion all the day; for I know not the num­bers thereof.
16 I will go in the strength of the Lord GOD: I will make men­tion of thy righ­teous­ness, even of thine on­ly.
17 O God, thou hast taught me from my youth: and hith­er­to have I de­clared thy won­drous works.
18 Now also when I am old and gray­head­ed, O God, for­sake me not; un­til I have shewed thy strength unto this gen­er­a­tion, and thy pow­er to ev­ery one that is to come.
19 Thy righ­teous­ness al­so, O God, is very high, who hast done great things: O God, who is like unto thee!
20 Thou, which hast shewed me great and sore trou­bles, shalt quick­en me again, and shalt bring me up again from the depths of the earth.
21 Thou shalt in­crease my great­ness, and com­fort me on ev­ery side.
22 I will also praise thee with the psaltery, even thy truth, O my God: unto thee will I sing with the harp, O thou Holy One of Is­rael.
23 My lips shall great­ly re­joice when I sing unto thee; and my soul, which thou hast re­deemed.
24 My tongue also shall talk of thy righ­teous­ness all the day long: for they are con­found­ed, for they are brought unto shame, that seek my hurt.