Psalm
To the director upon the Hind* of the Dawn. A melody of David.
2 O my God,* I keep calling by day, and you do not answer;+
And by night, and there is no silence on my part.+
5 To you they cried out,+ and they got away safe;+
In you they trusted, and they did not come to shame.+
7 As for all those seeing me, they hold me in derision;+
They keep opening their mouths wide,* they keep wagging [their] head:+
8 “He committed himself* to Jehovah.+ Let Him provide him with escape!+
Let him deliver him, since he has taken delight in him!”+
9 For you were the One drawing me forth from the belly,+
The One making me trust while upon the breasts of my mother.+
12 Many young bulls have surrounded me;+
The powerful ones of Baʹshan themselves have got around me.+
14 Like water I have been poured out,+
And all my bones have been separated from one another.+
My heart has become like wax;+
It has melted deep in my inward parts.+
15 My power* has dried up just like a fragment of earthenware,+
And my tongue is made to stick to my gums;*+
And in the dust of death you are setting me.+
20 Do deliver from the sword my soul,+
My only one* from the very paw of the dog;+
21 Save me from the mouth of the lion,+
And from the horns of wild bulls you must answer [and save] me.+
23 YOU fearers of Jehovah, praise him!+
All YOU the seed of Jacob, glorify him!+
And be frightened at him, all YOU the seed of Israel.+
24 For he has neither despised+
Nor loathed the affliction of the afflicted one;+
And he has not concealed his face from him,+
And when he cried to him for help he heard.+
25 From you my praise will be in the large congregation;+
My vows I shall pay in front of those fearing him.+
27 All the ends of the earth will remember and turn back to Jehovah.+
And all the families of the nations will bow down before you.+