Tehillim 71:1-24 תהילים ע״א:א׳-כ״ד

In thee, O Lord, do I take refuge: let me never be put to confusion.

Deliver me in Thy righteousness, and cause me to escape: incline Thy ear to me, and save me.

Be Thou my strong habitation, to which I may continually resort; which Thou hast appointed to save me; for Thou art my rock and my fortress.

Deliver me, O my God, out of the hand of the wicked man, out of the hand of the unrighteous and violent man.

For Thou art my hope, O Lord God: Thou art my trust from my youth.

By Thee have I been sustained from the womb: Thou art he who took me out of my mother’s bowels: my praise is continually of Thee.

I am as a marvel to many; but Thou art my strong refuge.

Let my mouth be filled with Thy praise and with Thy glory all the day.

Cast me not off in the time of old age; forsake me not when my strength fails me.

For my enemies speak against me; and they who watch for my soul take counsel together,

saying, God has forsaken him: pursue and catch him; for there is none to deliver him.

O God, be not far from me: O my God, make haste to help me.

Let them be confounded and consumed who are adversaries to my soul; let them be covered with reproach and dishonour who seek my hurt.

But as for me, I will hope continually, and will praise Thee yet more and more.

My mouth shall rehearse Thy righteousness and Thy salvation all the day; for I cannot count them.

I will come to celebrate the mighty acts of the Lord God: I will make mention of Thy righteousness, Thine alone.

O God, Thou hast taught me from my youth: and I still declare Thy wondrous deeds.

Now also when I am old and greyheaded, O God, forsake me not; until I have related Thy strength to this generation, and Thy power to everyone that is to come.

Thy righteousness also, O God, reaches the high heavens, who hast done great things.

O God, who is like Thee! Thou who hast shown me many and grievous troubles, restore me to life again, and bring me up again from the depths of the earth.

Increase my greatness, and turn to comfort me.

I too will praise Thee with the harp, speaking of Thy truth, O my God: to Thee will I sing with the lyre, O Thou Holy One of Yisra᾽el.

My lips shall greatly rejoice when I sing to Thee; and my soul, which Thou hast redeemed.

My tongue also shall tell of Thy righteousness all the day long: for they are confounded, for they are brought to shame, who seek my hurt.