In you, Yahweh, I seek refuge;
let me never be put to shame.
Because of the faithful relationship you maintain with me, deliver me and rescue me;
bend your ear to me and save me.
Be for me a mountain of refuge, where I can go at any time;
You have issued a command to save me because you are my rock and my stronghold.
Rescue me, my God, from the hand of the wicked,
from the grasp of evil and cruel people.
For you, Lord Yahweh, are my hope,
the object of my trust every since my youth.
I have relied on you from the womb,
you are the one who cut me free from the uterus of my mother,
you are always the object of my praise.
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I have been a mystery to many people,
but you have been my strong refuge.
My mouth is filled with your praise,
and with your renown all day long.
Do not throw me away in my old age;
do not abandon me when my strength is gone.
For my enemies speak against me,
and those who watch my life conspire together.
They say, "Pursue and arrest that person whom God has abandoned,
for there is no one to help him or her."
God, do not be far from me;
My God, hurry to help me!
Let those who accuse me be ashamed and come to an end;
let those who seek my harm be covered with reproach and disgrace.
But I will maintain hope at all times,
and I will continue to add to your praise.
My mouth will recount your fidelity to the relationship you have with me,
your acts of salvation all day long,
although I do not know their exact number.
I would come with an account of your great deeds, Lord Yahweh,
I will make mention of your fidelity to the relationship you alone have with me.
God, you have been my teacher from my youth,
and up until now I recount your wondrous deeds.
Even in old age and gray hairs, do not abandon me,
so that I can tell about your strong arm and your mighty deeds to the coming generation.
God, word about your faithfulness to the relationship you have with me reaches the heavens.
In the great things you have done, who is like you?
You who have let me see many troubles and calamities, but you will revive me again;
from the deep places of the earth you will again bring me up.
Restore my good status,
comfort me one more time.
On my part I will praise you with the harp for your faithfulness, O my God,
I will make music for you with the lyre, O Holy One of Israel.
My lips will give a ringing cheer which I make music for you;
my innermost being, too, because you have redeemed me.
All day long my tongue will mention your fidelity to the relationship you have with me;
those who sought my harm have been put to shame and reproached.
© 2001 Ralph W. Klein