⁸ For mine eyes are unto thee, O Jehovah the Lord: In thee do I take refuge; leave not my soul destitute.

¹² O our God, wilt thou not judge them? for we have no might against this great company that cometh against us; neither know we what to do: but out eyes are upon thee.

¹⁵ Mine eyes are ever toward Jehovah; For he will pluck my feet out of the net.

¹⁶ Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; For I am desolate and afflicted.

¹⁷ The troubles of my heart are enlarged: Oh bring thou me out of my distresses.

¹⁷ He hath regarded the prayer of the destitute, And hath not despised their prayer.

¹ Unto thee do I lift up mine eyes, O thou that sittest in the heavens.

² Behold, as the eyes of servants `look' unto the hand of their master, As the eyes of a maid unto the hand of her mistress; So our eyes `look' unto Jehovah our God, Until he have mercy upon us.

¹⁷ The poor and needy seek water, and there is none, and their tongue faileth for thirst; I, Jehovah, will answer them, I, the God of Israel, will not forsake them.

¹² Kiss the son, lest he be angry, and ye perish in the way, For his wrath will soon be kindled. Blessed are all they that take refuge in him. Psalm 3 A Psalm of David, when he fled from Absalom his son.

¹ In Jehovah do I take refuge: How say ye to my soul, Flee `as' a bird to your mountain;

³ For the enemy hath persecuted my soul; He hath smitten my life down to the ground: He hath made me to dwell in dark places, as those that have been long dead.

⁴ Therefore is my spirit overwhelmed within me; My heart within me is desolate.

¹⁸ I will not leave you desolate: I come unto you.